A little blade of grass
I notice as I pass…

I pine for you every day,
Since you left on that awful day…

The certain bench, of a certain park,
and the aroma of a summer rose…

My father never wanted praises,
Never ever would boast…

One cold morning, I hope
to be sitting near a glistening lake…

He felt everything at once.
A sinking feeling, a feeling of being lonely…

Another day adorns

The city wakes up…

Oh Please, It’s a chimaera!
To come out of the whopping womb…

I just don’t want to be alone anymore
It feels like an eternity…

Our eyes riveted in an,
Unescapable gaze

I couldn’t bear the light
So, I painted my glasses

Ring O bell!
Let every strife quell…

It’s a festive time as Christmas is here
A season of hope, a season of cheer…

Blood splattered road,
Children clutched their moms…

One fine day,
we all will believe…