Don’t let the should be eclipse your could be,
for every could be
can breathe fresh life on its own,
and bloom spectacularly
when given a chance.
… More Breathing Life into “Could Be”
It only stays quiet for a little while—
all the dreams,
all the quests,
once stifled
resurface yet again
with a vengeance.
… More Stifle
Some nights,
the pull of a poem
is so intense
that I can hardly resist,
while the comfort
my bed and blanket
offer, lies in wait. … More Writing Life
My earliest memories are muddled
by the stories told and retold.
Is it the times I played with
my cousins — hiding and seeking,
chasing and being chased,
making houses, or simply
talking
and laughing? … More Echoes of My Earliest Memory
A mix of moments
gratitude and grace glimmers
wondrous this thing, life. … More Haiku
Sometimes I get attached—
or should I say, obsessed?
To an idea,
or perhaps a passing thought,
a whisper of yore. … More And So It Goes
May we not be lost
in the search for something. … More In the Search for Something
Soft morning whispers,
alarm chimes startling dreams far,
day will never wait! … More When Morning Calls
In a life filled with all sorts of uncertainties,
a loyal friend—
a must-have!
Nothing is as dear,
as precious,
as wonderful—
as the company of a friend. … More Friend
Often I thought I was stuck,
my life—an unfortunate side effect
of circumstances.
My voice and reasoning
never to be heard,
I was told,
until I decided not
to be labeled
as a victim of circumstances. … More And The Journey Goes On!
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