Bright Wednesday

Wordless Monday

The Seeds

 

The seeds get strayed from the garden 

Travel in miles of air

The petals fall like kisses

Or is it kisses like petals falling

Landing on your hair, shoulders and dreams

And I waking remember the fragrance

Of the place where you once walk.

 

I remember you telling me

Not to get anchored in dreams

“Shape your future in reality,” you said.

The egret standing on the riverbank

Remains like a statue

When a boat passes by

The egret looks at me

as if asking a question

Will a rose remains a rose

If no one looking?

The friendly egret

The sidewalk where I walk

Fragrance

“Even The thorniest rose has fragrance.”-Pico Iyer, Abandon

Will you still love me?