Happiness, a collaboration
Sorrow, solitary confinement
Cut the branch
...
Every day I remind myself
To learn from every experience
And interaction
Some times I ignore
...
She put a dream catcher
In the bed room
It has a crocheted ring
And few feathers
...
Shaded Version Of Light
Dead of the night
Poem raises to the sky
Cover of tree eases the path
You ask me often
How come my poems
Have darkness around?
Senses some times are so bright
Only darkness is visible
Rest is faded
While crossing the stream
Clothes are over waist
Water tickles privates
As depth recedes
All secrets are covered
Have you experienced
Whistle of the fox
Or silence of the lion
Just rabbit in the sky?
Darkness, a shaded
Version of light