Just b-e-l-i-e-v-e!

One has to be very imaginative to feel one is loved. 

Not in a Himalayan Cave With a numinous air not on a pilgrimage Or in the embrace of a lover But in my own room on my own couch with uncombed hairs I sit and meditate on my salvation Of which --- from the ghost of my voices I hear Who knows it all and Who whispers in my ear "even a Tragedy is a salvation , dear" image source

I want to see you years later When you are grey and withered When you have forgotten the first name of my name And when the world has forgotten your fame I want to see you years later Frozen in time because I will be the same when the world has forgotten your fame... 

losing feathers in each summer her eyes look at the blue sky and her heart longs for one last spring

Bring me a w ee d -cr ow n and I shall never ask a star

something beckons to unknown shores and I walk under a spell of sea I cease to be myself sometimes Or become more of me...

    Down to the memory lane  I see wind ruffling the curtains in an empty room... 

When the poison gulped me down (image courtesy : Google)

There was this bridge And the leaves shattered There was this sunset And two hearts tattered I've seen it all in my dreams As if one day will come One day for me There was this song And the lyrics rotten There was this bird And his feathers broken ... as if one day will come One day for me...