Don’t expect too much
Will wait
Clouds will hold, if you fall
Mad world, sane sky
Quail fly
A little more effort
I cared
I didn’t tell you
But I of course cared
How else will the thorny bushes spare your scarf
And cocklebur not stick to your skirt
Life is not an aftermath of a storm
It is also not a placid sea
O
It’s an unpredictable river
Which can turn anywhere
When it rains enough
Because sky can’t retain all the Clouds
Of my tears

Lost some moments
Did you find
Some moments I lost
The other day
When
You had headache
And I saw wrinkles scattered
Over the edge
Of a coffee cup
Brimming with froth
Like your laughter
But underneath
There was a dark liquor
Like my moods
Sometimes when
I spend more time in searching the moments
Rather than living them
Ah









