energy shared
fire has engulfed
all the barn
with the dry hay
i had stored to spread on ground in wintery night
to ward off the cold
now, i will sit
around the fire
in which i have burnt
every insulation against the cold winds
Restive spirit
Contract with the spring
Not any more
Pregnant dreams
White scarf
I need to sleep again
Season will turn red
No less thorns
White rose
Has no less thorns than the
Black one or even red one
Then why do we assume that
Some colours can lessen the pain
May be the memories
Of the moments spent
Under the trees
That had flowers of that colour do the trick
But now that tree
Under which
You played carefree
Is no more
How do I comfort you then











