Dreams, wishes, thoughts, desires
How nice would it be
Category: poetry
Those Who Eat All
The Big Tackle
Every Weekday, Why I Do What I Do?
It makes you sad and I know
You ask me everyday
When I return back home
Upon hearing my yes
A Weekday Story
Sail Away
How hard is it to sail?
Not just on rough waters
A Star’s Story
Few stars twinkle at night
So distant they are from me
A tiny portion I see of them
But such big buffs they are
One Step Ahead
In pursuit of things
Mainly temporarily
Prisma Tuesday – May 2nd
Empty chairs across the table
They weren’t such, not so long ago
Few Words About Friendship On Friday
A good friendship can single-handedly fill our life with unspeakable amount of joys and laughter.
