Category: Poetry

A Common Friend

The lone cloud whispers is loneliness your friend, asks he. Yes, I mutter, a friend she is in dark nights, in solemn days when my heart cries, when the soul screams, she holds me tight. Smiles and sighs the cloud, she is my friend…

The Butterfly

Today I saw a butterfly Flower to flower it hopped surely singing a tune with not a care in the world. Simple are its needs the sunny skies and flowers are all it desires. Closer it came to me, and the tune I heard…

The Big City

The skyscrapers creep in as I walk the alleys, Are the friends or foes? Is the big city about to swallow, devour me? Like it got to my dreams? With a bag full of hopes I had arrived, wow, said I This is where…

The Crimson Skies

The skies are crimson today the shade of my heart. The rivers cry, the mountains wail, mourning what I cannot.


Of musk and wood and hope you smelled, the whiff of you took my breath away. You stood there without a care, And didn’t give me a second glance. Adonis unaware of his Aphrodite. The unkind years have failed to drown the longing, Sometimes,…

My Twinkling Friend

The loneliness of the night is cut short by a twinkling friend. Pinned to my window, proud of itself, unafraid of the looming clouds, it whispers to me, Darkness is just but a chance to shine.

The Lone Farmer

The skies open up Manna showers from heavens, its cracked edges melting, the parched earth turns supple In the middle of the fields there, a lone farmer stands in happiness he soaks a prayer he mouths, a gentle rumble echoes as someone acknowledges.