Living in freedom is a personal choice for some. How free are we in the bonded world where we are connected not only by love, but also by hatred.
Freedom
happiness
Almighty’s Pocket
A brand new year unfolds into a somewhat known and somewhat unknown time ahead. How do we want to spend the year is each person't personal perspective.
You call me mad!
You call me mad my child But I love you my dear child. When you tumbled and toddled, My hands always fondled. When you injured your little toe And cried in pain, I smiled, I cheered you up and comforted. Hidden from your eyes I cried for your pain For I felt that pain … Continue reading You call me mad!
A Niche I Carved
A niche I carved for my heart Of spiritual treats of meditation darts
DEW DROPS
Tiny crystalline dots of dew, embellish all, not just a few Where do they hide, before their appearance? Where do they go, after disappearance? Do they feel the pains now and ever?
