Pain…

The colorful spring has arrived, And there is fragrance in the air, The birds are coming together, Yet there is a hidden sorrow, Blanketing the serene world, Lost and forgotten memories, Fill my heart and soul, But there is a sweet pain, What is it, I wonder to myself… ❤

Old…

A childhood song within my heart, Like the daffodils I dance, Like a bud, I transform, Revisiting those memories, Time flies like a horse, No, time travel of course, Those ants in my paper boats, I thought was happy, Oh, the night has arrived, It’s now time for me to sleep, But those days make […]

Enchanting…

Oh, my dear sweet birdie,come, Let’s fly through the forest, And bathe in the flowing streams. Oh, my dear cute birdie,come, Let’s fly through the forest, And sing from the tree tops. Oh, my dear shy birdie,come, Let’s fly through the forest, And eat those hanging red berries. Then, when the blue moonlight spreads, Let’s […]

The Starfish Story…

Once upon a time, there was an old man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach every morning before he began his work. Early one morning, he was walking along the shore after a big storm had passed and found the vast […]

Why…

Leaving me in the web of your thoughts, why did you flew away? Like the fading colors of an old painting, and the words in a long forgotten poem, I now wait… ❤

Those days…

Lying next to him she asked “what is destiny?” Dear do you remember, Those days when we sat by the river and it rained, Those nights when we watched the stars and, it twinkled, Replied the old man drawing her closer ❤

And i think to myself…

I see leaves of green, and red roses too, In the forest garden, I see them sway in joy, And i think to myself, What a wonderful world… I see skies of blue, and clouds of white, In the heavens above, I see them move in awe, And I think to myself, What a wonderful […]

Christmas Card…

That Christmas week also he collected a bag full of Christmas card for the seminary. On the way back, his bicycle was stopped by that familiar person who roams freely in his torned and hole formed clothes. After some anxious moments, this man pointed his finger to the bag and asked, can I have a […]