Cup full or empty,
cause of many emotions,
often as is life.
Half full
Tag: poetry
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!
Soul stare
Though ink washes off,
haunting eyes stay forever—
shopping centre scenes.
The Chaos Within 