I will write till I have ink in my pen

Of sadness and happinessThe sun was shining,It certainly was a beautiful day outsideAnd the sky was a crisp blueThere was the first sign of springAnd the gentle breeze carried a familiar smellThe place was extremely peaceful and beautifulMost of the graves had the nameplatesShowing date of birth and deathAnd few graves that caught my attentionWere…

birds returning home

to warm you with kiss

With age we play with our eyes, abuse and misuseWithout realizing once they are gone the darkness will dwell.

When raises their hand for sustenanceIn actuality they are prayingFor more people to fall ill and sufferThough they cure with medicine later

boundless horizon