I love people who smile at me. They expect me to smile– neither an affable orchid nor an ecstatic anklet, yet I smile. I wait after the congregation...Read more

[after the summer day by Mary Oliver] Who made these summer days? Who made these mangoes? Who made the bougainvilleas? Who made my Siberian cat— who ...Read more

(After Mary Oliver) I worry most of the time, Will the mangoes rot? Will the marigolds wither before my twenty-first birthday? Will the Ebola virus...Read more

(after Mary Oliver) Percy smiles and whispers, “Hope,” while looking at the pregnant clouds, unbloomed lilies, and the calm shore— “Just hope that i...Read more

(after Alex Dimitrov) Today, I woke up at seven thirty and made myself an oats smoothie with one tablespoon of oats, half an apple, three dates, some...Read more

ChatGPT should brew your morning coffee not write your sunset poems, should massage you on every Sunday not take away your creativity everyday ; Chat...Read more

What doesn't kill you makes you brew coffee at 3:33 a.m. in a broken pot, with no sugar— yet it can’t taste more bitter than your tears. What doesn'...Read more

I want to write some poems for those men who never had a dream, and for those women who never dared to dream. Dreams die and hope mourns a...Read more

Mom ! What's that you crave ? A warm cup of coffee, scented candles, rasmalai or sandwiches ? a latest phone, a new sunscreen, a pet or a beautifully...Read more

Love is something about chasing butterflies in a stormy afternoon to keep them safe in an aesthetic jar to showcase to the world how flamboyant their ...Read more

if humans were mortal, they have gone since a long ago while battling for lands, waters and powers. It must be good to be extinct nor photo-fram...Read more

I read about prayers I read about battles, i read about bullets and brooks I read about bloodsheds and benediction ; I cursed God for bringing human...Read more