Up on the Aratiles tree, the little girl shouted to thee. “Red berries are now ready, get the basket, come and see!” Under the Aratiles tree,

I let you go, flying high, With other birds in the sky. Waving my hand goodbye while I stand here and cry. Today is a sad day

When I am mad, I hate everyone! 'Can’t help it, what a big annoyan… Holding anger, no fun for one. I’d rather hold it or might hurt s… Since, I can’t wish ill-will to s…

walls expand between us— cobwebs of misery entrap us—

A simple utterance was sweet, Spell binding and no conceit. Charmed by his presence, She gladly gave her acceptance To an Autumn Night Dance invitat…

The Drying Tree By: Imrogue Pine needles brittled— The tree’s tall—remains upright— So still and hopeful—

Some people say that marriage is a… Some people choose to hold on... Some people choose to forego... And in the process of things, people forget what they’re meant t…

In the hallway, she sat in her cha… as if waiting for someone to ackno… The blank stare and weary look in… manifested long lived years. Her thin lips almost drawn to a sl…

Cats’ nail-clipping’s quite intriguing. Precise cutting Lest be willing, you must be quick!

I could see the lonesome tree. Under draping branches, I did see… Thou held thy straw hat; and waved it for a halt. Thy sweet whisper in my ear

Hypnotizing sways of pendulum fade away from my vision. Transcending world of one’s dark epoch, caught in a turbulence… Evil—goodness—

Tip tap tip tap echoed in my sanct… Each day comes extra ordinarily When I swim across the ocean of p… Filled with new lights for words a… Many were in deep melancholy

Have you heard of a writer’s block… I wondered... I thought it was a… Suddenly, I’m taken aback... Inflicted and being attacked! Let’s watch the clock.............…