Friendship

Sweet Autumn whispers remind me that we can still be friends.


Reshape our love.


I just need to mutate mine.

     Shrink it.

          Avoid it.

               Constraint it.

                    Ignore it.

Actually, It Is Never the End of Love...

Waves of tenderness cleanse and soothe my sorrows.

The incredible feeling of loving above all self-selfcenteredness.


After watching a documentary about the tsunamis in South East Asia in 2004 and in Japan in 2011...

Humanity at its best.

Disbelief

Sudden realizations reveal the unbelievable reality of his indifference.

How did he manage?

How did he extricate himself from the tight web of our love?

Why is it that he feels nothing while I am left with the void and the ice?

How can a human being run away from the sweet glow and protection of such a love?





And yet it happens, every day, every hour.

Feelings mutate. Some die as the cocoon opens. Some become butterflies.

Mine are flying high.

Despite everything
                            defying
                                       silence
                                                 distance
                                                             guilt
                                                                    resignation
                                                                                     rejection
                                                                                                  solitude.

I guess, I am in love with Love...

Fly Free

This is what I want for him...

I will always love his freedom.

Transparent Morning

It rained all night.

The morning is crystalline.

I am genuinely HAPPY for him, for his mending heart, for his smiles. His triumphs.

It is a delight.





I love him.