Blindly becoming insane Torrents of rain on dry soil Sanity in reverse orderRead more "Blind Conversations"
Tenacious red lips Mock my hasty waist I see in double tipsRead more "Impatient Waist"
Greenery stood still Amidst windy nights Moist yet freshly groundRead more "Amidst Lush Greens"
She got married In her favorite pink Canvas shoes To the love of her lifeRead more "Her Pink Ballet Shoes"
Him leaving her Was like hanging her dirty laundry Across the street’s lineRead more "Street Clothes Line"
Red paint muddled on the wall Graffiti defining Her white pumps on the wallRead more "Heels and Graffiti"
She pounded spices in a wooden bowl For her lover’s Home coming mealRead more "Spices in a Wooden Bowl"