I thought it was you,
when I heard the voice,
but the words sounded alien,
so harsh,
...
Sometimes I feel angry,
for I am the tormentor,
the beast that oppresses,
and puts in cages,
...
I am a human being,
a tiny speck of life,
a mere object,
or maybe just a shadow,
...
I hear that my destiny has been written down,
my fate already decided,
then how do I stray from the path,
the right path?
...
Early morning,
it shines,
as dew on the grass.
It falls from the sky,
...
The colours of life are so many,
so pretty and different,
yet so alike in many ways.
They add to the beauty,
...
It shines high up in the sky,
it twinkles and looks so bright,
it’s a speck in the dark night,
shining away in the universe so wide,
...
An empty canvas,
waiting for the painter to put colour on it.
Muted agony,
waiting for words to fill the void.
...
Spring is here,
the skies are clear,
daffodils are swaying in the breeze!
...