poem

Catechism

If the truth be told Who are we than just specks of dust? Who are we than just meagre parts of the muck? If jails

Mother

 I still ask “how selfless can someone be?” I say look at a mother, the epitome is she. Each time when fever crept; Sleepless nights,

Reminiscent

Fading motifs on the wall are a reminder of time passing by. Signs that suddenly strike us and take us back to the days of old.

Needs and Desires

There, a glass of water; here, high-end wine

There, a burning candle; here, a sparkling chandelier

Needs; Desires

Theirs; Ours.

Love Dance

We take elite, barrel, axle turns,

Like angels in the sky.

You leaning against me,

“Lying in your arms”,

It surely feels like heaven.

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