She said, “randomness is non-existent...
I replied while quizzically looking at her, “I...

Remember that roof at the top of the hill
where the silence grew thick...

Remember that roof at the top of the hill,
where the breeze of the sea serenaded our sleep...

May be I'm a torrent
Some sort of stream...

Outside my window
a yellow leaf clings to a twig...

my baby
splashes smiles...

When writing this prompt, I want to have
as much fun as I used to have whenever it rained...

I think I was submerged so deeply under water
that now that I have swum towards the surface...

A constant poetical struggle
is to stroll through barren, forsaken stations...

Before you sleep or close your eyes,
let's come outside to watch the fireflies...

When I don't think,
I feel I worry like a non-sticky pan burning on a...

As I walk the streets,
and as the sunsets...