The only way to exist

She can only be so open with someone who loves her so So when he feeds her this love, she loves in return Giving back each ounce of it, giving more than what she can give To keep him alive and breathing; knowing that she is his sole purpose his newfound religion, his reason, his

Noori

There’s a beautiful bird out in a forest. She flies her little wings up and down the hilly terrain near the glistening, cold Himalayas. They refer to her as Noori; this beautiful, colorful bird. On rare occasions they get a glimpse of her striking beauty. Yet always, they hear her tweeting her silly, sweet songs

Dancing on a Mountain

Zinging mountain breeze Slapped into my face like some game of Mischief and cacophony. Dancing on the hilltop like a happy child And sharing jokes with local friends like they’re the answers to a life worth living. It’s a prestigious world out here in the boonies Where I’m sworn in, like some captain of some