A lover’s complaint

These streets I walk, they call your name.  Where my excursions have not been the same.  These trees and the birds sing your song. When it rains, they’d want us to come along. These evening breezes whisper me by the ear, About how they loved seeing us in pair. These lonely moments begging for your...

Time for a change

  I never thought of this thought, which now no longer is only a thought. A thought of that soul, once loved a lot. Soul that left me behind to rot. From my life I’d have its existence cut. A vow, And I shall never forget, So I started nourishing​ this hate. When you had...