To my everything.


The Word cried its heart out in anguish: “I really miss something. And I so much feel the emptiness. Oh no! I can’t hold it any longer.”

The Meaning bellowed in agony: “I am fed up with stuffing your paunch always with meaning.”

The Mind advised: “Oh! come on guys. Balance your emotions. Get reconciled. For this is a very important day for you. Don’t you know it?!”

“Oh, really? First, you really learn to use it like you mean it even before you think to advise us.” The Word and Meaning together shouted in unison.

Above all of them, Time grinned maliciously.


Every blossom…

To my Love

“Why you conceal your heart in a prayer?”

I asked a stubborn rosebud.

“To protect it from trampling in love.”

She replied.

“Then where’s the beauty of becoming
And the passion of being?”

In an answerless stillness,

The breeze stroked her cheeks.

And to fill the moment she asked:

“What! Why you staring at me?”

“Hmm…Maybe adoring you being.”

In shyness, in a sweet tender voice

She asked again:

“What’s that you want from me?

What you wish for?”

“May you open your heart in love

And spread your fragrance in joy.

Wish I could embrace every petal of your heart

And kiss every lips of your body.”

She blushed and there she blossomed.
Every blossom, isn’t it a wish come true?

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Photo Credits to Despina Karvounis