raindrops fall on my window sill; since morning, my heartbeats sing; the dark clouds, no longer reflect me; I break free, with a ray of light. – a small stone written for the Mindful Writing Day. (’12, Nov 01)
Carefree, casual smile; all the while. Answering all questions, be they easy or even tough, my answers seem enough. I talk direct, never serious; much jest, much love, much zest; I’m at times, like a pest. Always same, for old habits can’t change; innocent yet very mature, of my future I seem sure. I am … Read more I, me and myself..
my reflection in your eyes, reality without lies, yet each time, part of me dies. Linked with OctPoWriMo (Day 14, Reflection In Your Eyes) (’12, Oct 14)