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.
