Rolling down, Making hues and sounds, Becoming round and round  The stones….. Sometimes a part of hills, Sometimes on the underneath surface, Some raising their heads in gushing waters, Stones

The streets speak so….. The darkness imminent, The street tube lights continued To glow, The scavengers seen on roads, Dogs, the little girls, braving the Winter seen doing rounds to

Feelings they linger,soft and true, In every space,beating with you A whispered thought,a blissful hue, Etched inside,where love once grew Feelings may roar,thoughts may part, Yet they stimulate within the

In peaceful spaces,where whispers dwell, Care blooms,a gentle swell Heart that searches,a soul that cares, Soft sounds when love nears A flicker in the light, Care,it says,it holds tight And

Where have all theendless conversations gone?Where is the laughter, we sharedthe fun and the noisethe giggles, the guffaws and the pranks ?The silence is overwhelmingDeafening, disquietingis this quietness quietNow we

Birth and death, a mystery profound, Whose hidden truths are never found. When calamity strikes, dark and cold, A thousand questions still unfold. Fate and stars beginto stray, Their promised