Its not that I don't like seasons
but I hate the way...

If I could write a letter to me
I would send words of praise...

Expectations are like a bubble,
A delight to the eye...

Sometimes words lose their charm
when emotions swirl around the soul...

An old class photo
picturing innocent smiles...

An Angel of bliss
was born today...

Mili was on her way home
with Ted- her favorite teddy...

He sits on his rocking chair
tallying accounts...

Your love was like
the freshness of a haiku...

Young minds possess wings
of imagination to...

Her life
gifted her pain...

Little birds whisper
God's pleasant note for today...