Flying on the wind, It is a heavenly dream. Racing with the birds in fluffy clouds, Seems to be happier and it cannot be fair. Watching the children’s kite, And the travelling in flight. Birds chirping sound, Enter the ear aloud. Enjoying with the wind…

there is string running through my ears can you see it can you feel the tangle of knots that bind my spirit to this body string that ties me to fate my eyes covered by the veil but my heart it feels every thread rope…

When first I saw your gleaming white hair, laid along the pink expanse of your skin, with your lovely long nose and sweet little ears, ‘twas then I decided you would be mine. For long I had to wait, not to rush the nurturing of nature…

My spice cabinet, filled to the brim with sweet and savory magic, you are a wonder. The grinder and you have taught me to make my own masalas–chai, garam, Arab and Chinese five-spice. You open doors of the possible and make my cooking soar to…

Four have broken away From the hive To go wading in the sea Can’t you see? The soft surf has not yet Erased the lines they made in the sand   Curb your worry The little one will not drown; The foam’s too gentle to…

This hot summer’s day, These daffodils I sketch, True to life initially, Every petal captured with fidelity.   It is tiresome, This attention to detail. Shall I not interpret it, My own inimitable way?   I look away from these sunny blooms, And my labours…

Sleeping hours Real or surreal nightmare Unexpected dreams @Maritza – Hour Twenty

Repeating your questions will not give you the proof you think the past deems, but you continue to pace the treads you’ve already walked.

There’s a smell, in fact an aroma, that intoxicates me A human scent, of a BO-laced meat vessel, ripe But delightful in its pungent revelry, Sometimes 6 days unshowered, sometimes after a single session Of activity and dynamic motion, but unforgettable The sour sharpness reminding…