Charcoal is my makeup. Paper is my skin
Face after face, who have I been?
Future may not come. Past is in dust bin
Befriend this moment. Peace comes from within

A Lazy Morning

A morning long queue declared a holiday
A warm drink cured Cold Soul Syndrome
An old song flew my thoughts far away
Meow –
A straying cat led me the way back home

At Home

Thoughts cease to roam
Longings dissolve like foam
Under the night sky dome
Suddenly I feel at home