Chase that horizon;
joyous as a mud-smeared child
runs to its mother.
Longing
Category: Unplugged
Half full
Cup full or empty,
cause of many emotions,
often as is life.
Welcome sight
Warming up the soul,
as fried egg on Sunday morn—
nature for breakfast.
In her mercy
Never turns its back—
nature—unlike mere humans;
if she does, all ends.
Perspectives
Watching from afar,
even towers seem puny,
mere troubles—be gone!
The Chaos Within 