In the winters when I go low,
I blame the snow;
for all the life’s blows.
The frigid winds,
for all my heart’s woes.

In the winters when I go low,
I blame the snow;
for all the life’s blows.
The frigid winds,
for all my heart’s woes.

I was angry hence I told him so,
confronting, I thought will let the anger go.
Then grunting made our tempers grew.
I saw the fiery devil had erupted,
abducting the only logic I knew.

I wondered how good it would have been
to possess, what my heart had desired.
How better to have had the access to
what it had asked for and yearned.
Along the journey I would learn,
that in between the Life and the Desire;
there will always be the Nature’s will.
That it’s now my time to stand still,
listen to it’s call from up the hill,
that it was perhaps for my best
to not have what my heart had desired!

Tomorrow is Monday
no longer blues for me
Weekend is gone,
but no longer gloomy for me.
It feels good for Monday….
The same old saga,
mundane chores, issues etc.
as years are passing by
I don’t mind the Mondays anymore
It has a routine, something to
look forward to.

“ Gratitude is the gateway to grace,
the more you express,
more reasons you have to be joyful”

It was a heartache,
love under a blockade.
My pain now grunts
Your heart now bleeds
We can’t anymore confront.
Love can never die…
It needs a good bye.

Smell of love
and fear lingers
in air tonight;
menacing but comforting.

A brand new day
coffee and
those old issues..

I am aching but not done yet
Few things need to be undone
Some words need to be spoken
But for the sake of today
Stillness is my truth
Silence my answer.

A window to grace,
a doorway to blessing.
Silence an answer
to the prayer, a healing
touch to the despair.
