First letter he ever wrote In his life of fifteen years Never felt this way before First time for things it appears; Feelings he put on paper

There’s a small cottage by a rolli… It’s nestled under a giant oak tre… All around a colorful floral sea A place of peace within a sheltere… Brilliant blossoms excite one’s we…

The truth is: sometimes, we don’t… To heal; for pain still lets us fe… It keeps what’s been lost, close a… We’d rather ache than say goodbye We hang on to the memories

Sunday early I woke up Three hours before I planned to Tried hard to get more shuteye But my brains just turned to goo I stared up eyes wide open

In our minds the beginning Of conscious innermost thought However, it’s in our hearts An idea spreads its root Nurtured nourished it’ll flourish

As I grow old and grey, days get… Myself, I find preoccupied with d… That moment I surrender my last b… Wondering what lies beyond life’s… Will my parting be painful and dra…

Yes, the pipeline of brand-new fri… Now empty, with years passing by Nary a drop from the spigot Out there in the well, it’s bone-d… Luckily, we’ve made friends when y…

A dead doe, belly up, udders showi… Under a tree in an ocean of grass Half mile away a herd of deer graz… Silently mourning what has come to… Overhead the morning sun burning b…

When will I ever be enough? When will I ever measure up? Tis the question I ask often Will I find the path to heaven? Nights are gloomy before I sleep

At sixty years, the classmates cam… Some shuffled in while others roll… Some names forgotten, every face l… Was that old Joe? No clue—it coul… With blurry eyes, they squinted ne…

Not everyone will accomplish somet… Most of us just have to find meani… In mundane moments that we are wea… Into a tapestry of memories as we… Not everyone will achieve power; t…

Sadly, he has no place to go! But all the time to get there; Perhaps, his fate. For a long tim… He’s been a rootless wanderer! No links to keep him grounded,

You ask me why I love you; here’s… A million reasons echo in my mind But first, you make me happy in my… A joy I sought but never thought… I love our talks be it by phone or…

In January’s chill, your warmth r… A tranquil grace that soothes the… With wisdom vast, you help to make… A steadfast light amidst life’s fl… Your calm demeanor, like the winte…

I started writing poetry soon afte… To ease the loneliness and feeling… And to catalogue what I face ever… As I build a new life and bury th… Writing how I felt started to be…