Sunday, 28 August 2016


Picture courtesy Google

    the mystic colors and stars,
    the sparkles of my eyes
    reflecting; numerous globules
twinkling; endless milky way surges
fears and qualms; where do we belong?

from one dot to another
we move without directions;
the infant eyes wander
with mysterious wonder;
a more mature insight
fears, doubts, and dither;
 zero gravity?

so long as the colors of my eyes,
in my eyes, reflects all around me,
I may stagger, but I’ll stay;
stay to explore…

Wednesday, 24 August 2016