My love for you…

Can only be depicted in artwork

My man, embedded in a leaf

Caught up in this fire brigade I forget where you are sometimes Behind the tree leaves Of a distant paradise It’s where I want you belonging Free and happy Viable and beautiful No gray clouds cast over your skies Limitless possibilities Smiling, playing with rocks I just want to see you happy Like this It’s

You’re my

You’re my Vishwamitra, you’re my Dushyant, you’re my Shah Jahan, You’re my Shakespeare, you’re my Salim You’re my Darcy You’re my Hercules You’re my bottomless pit

My man, forest

I became a real vegetarian six years ago. The thought of someone suffering overpowers the taste. Little by little I’m noticing that I don’t need much at all. Clutter binds me; I want to detach myself from things that I don’t use. I don’t care to put on too much makeup, I don’t care too

My meaning of life

Laying on nature’s floor, breathing in fresh air, feeling the pollinated breeze over my face, being next to the green plants and trees, accompanied by bugs and bees Letting time pass by, fast or slow, with the fluctuating clouds above I don’t care. This is my meaning of life.