“You are my tamed fire in the wind.”

Sky; a map of constellations intertwined with dark and light.

Horizon; where lovers entwine like they did alluring, spellbinding – what an affinity they have.

You gave me the courage to rise but my darling robin why did you fly leaving me behind these four walls all alone?

To those who say self-love is selfish, you are either hunted or haunted.

Poetry is a feeling, a feeling of healing.

It’s unconditional; their chemistry is unconditional – forever.

Poetry is a pleasure to your pressure.

I never understood flowers until I met you.

Fall is the rise.

At times being oblivious keeps me more alive in this chaos.

You hit the soft spot of me making my heart skip a beat.

Poetry is a home, a home with joy.

No pain no worries only the beating of our hearts.

If I had wings and could fly I’d fly all seas to see your unseen beauty amid the whispers of love.

Everything seems to be a design – a mixture of prejudice and injustice – the limbo of silence.

Without you, my heart will be full of weeds.

What a pure and intimate thing – to be reading the words of another.

You calm my soul and set it on fire at the same time.

The only bond worth anything between human beings is their humanness.

I don’t know much about love. But he really makes my heart smile.

Brushing teeth swallowing held back tears, this is not how we are supposed to be.

Look into my eyes and tell me I a matter. Then in my eyes see how it’s always been you who matters.

It is suggested to us a million times a day that our bodies are projects. They aren’t. Our lives are. Our spirituality is. Our relationships are. Our work is.

I want to fall in love. But it’s not easy. Finding a soul like yours never is.