Every day,
we would sue each other...

Dedicated to Uncle Steve Kepros of Iowa, USA
I wish I had Gibran's hand...

One move to the right
The hands of the old clock ticked...

Skype is where true love is
My heart in quite a toil...

Water splashing down
One, two, three, rhythm repeats...

Dashing indeed was the soldier in blues
And bold was the Duchess to entice for a dance...

By principles,
We limit freedom...

Blank paper and a pen
Words scribbled within the space...

I stare into the same blankness
But tears do not gush from my eyes...

Fifteen-hour difference
From where I am, twelve...

Sturdy, proud to be
A shade from the scorching sun...

Dashing soldier, an entrance he had made
But his leaving was marked with the blade...