A red sky,
dissolves in blue
the sun’s hue
turns to a dripped nectar.
The leaves do not wither,
The soil is never dry.
The air smells like
someone I knew,
It was a dream,
too good to be true.

A red sky,
dissolves in blue
the sun’s hue
turns to a dripped nectar.
The leaves do not wither,
The soil is never dry.
The air smells like
someone I knew,
It was a dream,
too good to be true.
“We will bring people closer than ever, our aim is to connect a billion people. It’s time we use technology to finally shorten distances between us” said the young entrepreneur .
“Can’t come home Mummy, had a press conference. Will come next month. Happy Belated Birthday Mummy 🙂 ” ,he texted proudly.
There were letters,
I never counted
I couldn’t find the strength
to open even single of them
yet they kept coming,
every year on Sept 6th
and I still regret saying to her
Will you write to me every year?
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If you ask me for a wish,
I would say a long dark winter,
where the sun has been consumed by ice
and turned like a dead cold floating moon,
where rivers have nowhere to be seen,
just white sheets till your eyes can wander,
where animals are hidden in caves
scared of the unknown wandering,
where screams are nothing comparable
to the howling of the winds
I would just wait for an eternity
at my window with thickest blanket
humming about snow, the sky and the darkness,
and writing about the spring to come
for eternity.
Far away
In a green land
near the park bench
where the lakes meet
and whisper stories.
I sit there
and read my stories out too
from the diaries
I wrote for you
to the wind,
lakes and
the universe
But I never finish,
Because you never left,
inside you are there
alive in every story
forever..