Extremes Are A Lie

Extremes Are A Lie

Utmost, Thorns cover the edges. Then, There are soft existences,  Blooming into pretty flowers. @Emily Parker
Know What Is Yours

Know What Is Yours

There is likelihood, Of mistaking passion fruit for Guava. Make sure the tree is yours, Give support, Even if it’s planted in someone else’s garden, By you. @Emily Parker
Ode To A Picture Found In My Purse

Ode To A Picture Found In My Purse

Fading away in the time cycles, Long forgotten yet still dearer, An image of my younger self, Exists within deep pockets of a tattered purse. Thank you for holding on together, Taking me to an old period, Of memories I cut from my soul, With a ribs bone I sharpened to...
BEAMS

BEAMS

The mane of marigold hues falls on earth, Tinting life with joy and jauntiness. Not for once the source shows its face, Shying away from the mainstream. How would it be, If it is a mortal? Everyday reminding dependants Of their powerlessness. Four-leaved clover, Glad!...
APRIL

APRIL

A top floor door that opens to outpour. Who would see her drench in the summer rain? The birds that flew northwest would be sleeping in the nest. Silver owls hoot gracefully scanning dead of night. Footprints of frogs near the drain hole. Dancing insects under the lit...