Love me she said Love me till I drop down too exhausted to even open my eyes And let you look into them. Hold me close, tight, too tight that I can’t breathe Hold me close to you, I want to hear your heart chant my name. Work with me on the wet dough…

He sat at the big brown ebony tapping the nib of his pen and staring out at the luscious green blanket that covered the floor while the bright blue clear sky enveloped touching the blankets at the brim of the horizon. The bright light made his eyes go tired, the contrast of the bright sun…

He sat there next to her still holding her hand, He was done talking, what was left was the essence of being Being with her, holding her, breathing in the scent she wore…. He was done weaving the dream for her The one he summoned with the wave of his wand… For it to rest…

A: “How long have you been standing there ?” B: “Long Enough.” A: “Long Enough! How long enough?” B: Long enough to know what you are up to. A: Well .. now that you know, what you know, I need to know how much you know? B: Oh for heaven sakes, I heard all of…

It’s my home, our home, with the most soothing, calm vibe the world can ever know. It’s not big, it’s not grand, it doesn’t have a new age charm. But it has the warmth, warmth of your arms, the memory of our past. It has the roots I seek, the firm foundations and relationships built…

Spoilt for the space today I sit at Starbucks, outside pavilion, there is a peace in the air, I can hear people talk but words are not for me to learn , the breeze is warm, nice after the winter that’s still leaving…it’s been a while I have spent a peaceful hour by myself for…

It was autumn, the winds still blew warm, moving the dust and rustling the leaves to create music every hour. The fall colours now merged with thatched roof houses and the wooden porch. The windows with white panels and delicate white lace curtains, tucked in the middle, to gather their flare and be restrained in…

She loves him, he likes her too… They met in a dream, a decade ago, a lifetime of worth was shared in the three short months, the winter nights, the long walks, the soup dates, the small nothings whispered, the hands held, the kisses stolen, the long hugs, the warm embraces, the bond made, the…

I often roll over to check if it still smells of you. I don’t want to iron out the creases, I believe your warmth stays there hidden. I want to hold on to your essence in the pillow, It comforts my tears at night. I want to hold the blankets close to my heart, It…

The path was narrow, rugged and slippery with growing wet moss, trees on either side of the pathway created a canopy on the top. It had just rained and dampness in the air, clubbed with the thick smoke from the fire and smell of burnt wood made her eyes water. Determined to justify her actions…