Life. Travels. Books. And everything in between.
His hands wobble. Her blood smeared letter kisses the floor.
Like a notorious child Sun paints my house red, the streets, the sky & the sea.
Night departs, dawn breaks.
I wake up to the chorus of chirping of birds
a crowing rooster joins in.
My heart yearns. You stand next to me, I want to speak but words freeze inside me. You sit in front of me, but my eyes shy away from making the contact.
Love birds of old had rekindled recently and things had been moving smoothly ever since.