I want to spend these cold days of December, Walking in gardens of museums half a century old, Smiling at unknown people across rooms,...

I want to spend my mornings, Reading poetry instead of news, Wishfully thinking, Of how the day would look, Then actually make it happen,...

I think I just lost, Another day, Of my life, Dreaming of what could happened, Instead of actually being able, To live it really. So,...

Today seemed like a great day, To sit under the old tree, Out in the middle of nowhere, With lush green grass, And cows mooing at...

For me, Yesterday didn’t happen. It was all a dream, Or a nightmare of sorts, With overlapping conversations, And fantastic stories, Too...

If you see me zoned out, On a Monday morning, Smiling to myself, And humming a love song, Then I must definitely be day-dreaming, About...

The sounds around me are familiar, But a little too loud, Than I would prefer on a Sunday morning, When all I want to do is, Sit under...

Oh, sorry. I guess you lost your way. You should have taken a U-turn when you realized that the path you’re on leads you to my dreams....

I look at the clock, it says six minutes past 1PM. I look at the clock again, assuming it to be 01:35 PM, but in reality, it’s quarter...

Analyzing a little too deep helps. Helps to keep the light, always ready to fly mind keep itself firm on the ground and not dive into...

I want to look at you while you catch butterflies and fireflies because I love the way your forehead wrinkles while you concentrate to...

It’s almost impossible to not think of crossing paths with you again. Hoping to see you while climbing down the stairs of the bridge...