The drops of fog

Writing on leaves,
the drops of fog
some sublime poetries,
of life & lies,
burning and dying,
true love in the eyes.

Escaping from the arms of clouds,
falling to the surface of grounds,
it cools the heat all around.

Scattered onto the soil,
it asks for an another life.
a life of time, for a lifetime,
nothing it says, but denies.

A Life with Lenity

Whimpers in the maze of tough thoughts,
A life with lenity.
A thought of seeking coincidence,
With wondrous epiphany.

A morning that seeks night,
But couldn’t.
A night that seeks dawn,
But couldn’t.

It stays within,
And asks quietly,
Whether you’re,
what you are
or not??

When not heard,
It stays where it belongs,
Like a snail in its shell.

A mountainous Butterfly

In the mountains,
when the sunlight wakes her up,
the morning begins,
We see her brightly colored wings,
She flies through the routes of flowers, rivers, brooks,
and through the petals of blue delphiniums.

Like a lady with courage and compassion,
giving soothe to the eyes of lovers.
like a queen of nature’s kingdom,
who visits her kingdom,
every morning.
Greeting, praying, asking “how’re they doing.”

She roams across the mountains and forests,
rivers and seas,
spreading love and colors,
in a generous way,
to the clouds, stones, and waters,
in the zig-zag exploration of life.