I found ten ways of doing nothing. It was the eleventh that did me in.
A new season
When you think your destination has reached, become a driver.
My story
I am still reading the book that I am writing.
Ode to a flower
I asked her, how do you feel beautiful flower, knowing of your short life. She said, why do you waste precious moments in contemplation and soak in the joy of my being.
A prayer
What will I do with your picture, my creator?
Come, visit me, when you can.
Till then, I’ll befriend this world.
Understanding Change
“Collectors of sudden moments keep quiet thoughts.”
Fast Forward
One, two, three.
Why are these months behind me?
Spent my time
filling the calender
I never lived.
I got a bit.
Not the juicy mangoes I wanted.
But at least the pit.
Some sweet was stuck to it.
I was hungry and it tasted good.
Now it’s dry.
And I have,
One, two, three
months behind me.
Heads or Tails
I flipped a coin
in the air.
Waiting for the fall.
For my destiny to unfold.
A curious bird,
flying by.
She caught the coin
and built a nest.
My good luck.
A home maker, I.
