Tuesday, September 29, 2015 , 0 Comments

These little notes, I write
Today in this dense forest
Where even the light hesitate to light...

These little notes, carry
My love, however little or more
It means to you..

These little notes, reflects
My thoughts, dawn to dusk
Through the dark night...

These little notes, fly
To arrive, from nowhere
To your little isle...

These little notes, hanging
At your doorsteps, waiting
For you to open the door...

Praying that a breeze wouldn't strike...
Praying it doesn't rain...
Hoping to be picked by your hands,
Wishing for that smile to arrive.


Some say he’s half man half fish, others say he’s more of a seventy/thirty split. Either way he’s a fishy bastard. Google

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At one, I learnt crawling was fun. At forty one, I still feel crawling is fun #blamemykneesnotme