Soft rain.

Soft rain. One gets lost pondering sometimes When the rain falls Softly on his head And when he has no plans To take shelter. One asks these questions to himself, “When am I going to write my poem about a soft rainfall?” and a voice from insides whispers “now “ -------“now” -----------------“n ---------------------o -------------------------w.” and … Continue reading Soft rain.


My dear, I have asked the sun to give you a kiss when you wanted a kiss next time.  And the moon sitting in the sky ever so lazily, I have asked her to watch over you, when you are walking home alone at night. The wind shall carry lavender smell that you like so … Continue reading Prayer