Angels singing in the breeze, Bubblegum flavored cotton candy , Candles made from drippings, Dog moons are eclipsing. Elves in the foxglove, Gloves on a horse Hay sold in inches Inchworms are jumping on Jimmy Of course. Japanese koi are obviously kicking Kid goats…

I used to miss him, then I corrected my aim. I used to love him, but he lost that game. I used to want him, but now that he’s gone I am happier without than with him. I lost the one I thought I would…

Meeting someone in one’s life Communing anew to illuminate Garnering much so divine Grasping every lessons learned Primordial undertaking truly diverse Assimilate in depth and divide Matching in river of adverse Nothing me to subdivide Formidability promoting Commencing such tears Adoring in the salient motioning…

You left your T-shirt here I found a random strand of your hair last night Every part of my house has a random reminder of you in it I miss you and not in that creepy way that psycho Exes who only dated you for…

Is it late or is it early? the clock shows 12 midnight or noon? I call it late cause it’s dark midnight

August monsoon rain.flooding my garden, that stormy evening and I heard a loud cry of frogs in a festive mood of lovemaking In a pool of water cascading towards  a small stream. My raincoats and boots are dripping, when I tried to check my garden…

There she lay, Still today; Trapped inside a body, In a bay. They bury her there, Hoping no one would say, ‘Who is the girl in the bay??’ There was no girl, No girl in that bay. Only a demon that lay, Lay asleep. Waiting…

“When women were birds, we knew otherwise. We knew our greatest freedom was in taking flight at night, when we could steal the heavenly darkness for ourselves, navigating through the intelligence of stars and the constellations of our own making in the delight and terror…

When i look into your eyes Last hours of your life I knew ‘God was taking you home Your hand was so strong then it got soft I knew my Mom was gone   Know matter how old i am i wish you were here…

I am to you the teacher of the way.   The beguiler of truth. See how beauty falls from grace. There is always a profound mystery to be solved— An unfound truth to be obtained. Follow me into the West. I ride backward on the…