if
life
felt lost
all hopes gone
and each dream afar
do we just throw in the towel?
and live with regrets
that each dream
seen was
sour
grapes
(’12. feb 05.) / (OSI)
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.