On the Verge

Do you ever feel like you’re on the verge
of something new… cont

The Flutter-by Dance

Fluttering by. A seemingly chaotic dance of dips and dives, of colours and their shades, without a beginning and an end, without a known purpose, to the endless song of silence. Not questioning the butterfly, not asking why or when or how or what; being with the butterfly we can lose ourselves in that silent

Dragon Fruit Surprise

Eating a dragon fruit,
with its pink scaly skin and its deep purple flesh,
not checking my phone, nor reading an article,
nor talking to another soul about this and that,

When the Tree Meets (A Poem)

When the tree meets the wind,
they dance an ancient dance,
choreographed by the mountains…

Do You Remember? (A Poem)

Do you remember to go easy on yourself?

Meeting You (A Poem)

If I was to meet you
on a day like yesterday,

Mozzi – A Poem

Because of you, Mosquito…

Papaya Seeds (Haiku)

White papaya seeds
patiently waiting, revealed—
squinting in the sun… cont:

Music, Thank You (A Poem)

I never know how much I need you

until we’re apart;

with you, everything I see

turns into an ode to life… cont

Magic (Haiku)

They try and capture

the magic through their gadgets—

in a flash it’s gone.