The Beach

The love I feel is still too raw to need a testament to its loss. Because you see, to live after witnessing the birth of something so spectacular only to stumble upon a realisation that it is really quite not is a cruel fate for the mind. Especially when it’s still in the air, when

The evening

The clouds glisten like water as the sun sinks into it. It strikes me how small it looks, like an orange ink blot in the sky. The other colours- the rosy pink blush, bright blue and the soft lavender look like smudged streaks of paint. God is a good artist. Excellent, even. And very speedy

To my sister

You’ve always been with me since my life began, Paving my way with love and care, You’re my pillar of support, a guiding star Brightening my path with your steady light. We’ll always be together wherever we are Because we’re tethered to each other, With a bond knotted so tight, That it can’t be broken

Gratitude

Your voice resonates deep in my hazy heart, Ceasing my worries, curing my thoughts. Your smile sets up a wave of rapture, Escalating throughout in a vague gather. Your words evoke an expanse of warmth, Penetrating through my faded form. Your profound presence fulfils me, Filling the emptiness residing in me. So tell me, how

Optimism

Photo by Mikhail Nilov on Pexels.com When an eternal bond Yields to be an ordeal  Don’t turn to despond For hurt hearts heal ~ Ssk