Nomadic Dreams

The expanse of sky like a roof it would follow..the hold of wind embraces so warm and mellow..
Yet no home to sleep her into nomadic dreams .. Every thought is a noise wandering in hollow

She disperses in ocean yet rises so clean ,stays in the dark yet brightens like a beam
a mirror on the wall but is too faceless and formless for a lasting glow and  gleam...

Floating in endlessness  drowning in her own screams
Everything surrounds yet no home to sleep her into nomadic dreams..

All that she trudges on sinks before she could have craved more and pined..
She would go out in the sun and pretend that she is not a blind..

Her mysterious glance..those stargaze so sublime ...
Beyond it all ,in her timer bells no time...

She fell too fast and deep into the silence of empty streams..yet no home to sleep her into nomadic dreams...

Stones Of Time

I heard your story, let me tell you mine...

There was this periwinkle arc once upon a time.

Songs would travel to their strings and fly through the arc with purple little wings.
And once they stepped to the other side of the shore, sounds do the prayer at the magical door.
The golden led to the happy tunes, the silver however to the gloomy dunes.
It was said and witnessed that the sand of grief graved the smiling songs..
Unlike your story this is mine…since then until now trapped in the stones of time.

River is a beautiful cry

River is a beautiful cry
Flows to no end but she tries
She would twist and turn
Crave and yearn
Her reach is to fall from the cliff and die
Yet she tries..
River is a beautiful cry

Boy and Birdie

Boy : you haven't  stopped by at my window in a very long time.I see you  crossing but you never stop by. Met you only last summer. I  feel very stagnant when your feathers flicker and suddenly you are faster than I .
I walk so slow you fly so high...

Birdie : It wasn't me you saw flying. I stay on top hill since I lost my wings last winter...
I feel restless.. I saw you from at the top when your legs toss  to walk and suddenly you walk faster than I..
I walk so slow you jump so high...

Boy : Am sorry for what happened . It wasn't me you saw walking.I stay downhill since I lost my legs this summer.
I feel hope. I see your legs can walk and are not as dead as mine.
I stagnate while you still can try.

Birdie walked down the hill and met the boy.

There may not be a reason for someones presence but there surely is for their absence.
Write a letter to someone close. Know their story!!!

In A Light Reverie

Blushing in a thought hiding from the face cleverly...

Shivering with the breeze hiding beneath in a light reverie....