Runway 77
Every so often, you think, the power to choose is a birthright, And so you set about, trying to separate the day from night, Only to realise that, in order to appreciate the light, You need to sometimes sacrifice your
Crossroads
Every so often, we set out, to get somewhere in life, Only to be taken for a ride, by this guide they call life, Leaves me wondering, what is to take, and who is taken, But make no mistake about
Unbelong
You created the sun, to enlighten me, enable me to see, And I created a candle, to bring light toward thee, To live on, and spread your message, you gave me the earth, I marked a portion on it, and
Paper Planes
“Aswath”, he said, when I asked his name, hesitant, Soon some of his friends join, equally reluctant, The closer they got, the more I could sense a distance, But I was sure I would soon overcome the resistance. The bag
Petunias
Flowering by the roadside, beside the softest footfall, Towering before you, along the lengths of many a wall, Violets, pinks, whites, blues, more colours than you can call, And yet, seen and unknown, like the spring in every fall. The