June 29th

the gentle gaze

through 

the camera lenze

on my back

silence gusty rain

June 27th

home is 

in the color of 

the ocean, the sky, and

your heart

let me come home

June 26

In the distance

between

you and I

the blue-green ocean 

allures 

June 23

On a soundless night

mother's loneliness

sucks the life 

out of her

yet nothing can take love from her

June 21st

the gentleness

in the voice

over the iPhone screen

sounds like

the wave of the beach

June 20

No Gravity

I feel

on this planet

without the seduction of

the hand

June 16th

On a sunny day

hear

the last silent prayers

on the lips of

mum 

June 15

just because 

the waves of the reticence beach

played nostalgic songs

I fell in love with 

his shadow

June 14th

at the midnight

the summer dream

visits me 

with the hope

it vaporises in the morning sun

June 13th

the little chubby hand

let go of my hand

scratched and scared

strong and snug enough 

to hold the hand of someone

June 12th

my daughter started playing Monday Blues 

at the morning table

as it gets louder, 

my lips started humming

the song of emerald green waves

June 11th

Rage in me

cuts ties

with the limerance

Forgiveness

retrieves love in me

June 10th

Freshly baked scones

smell like

the enchantment of the girl

chasing lotus flowers

in the rice field

June 9th

The intense grief

in her eyes

and the lines of tears

on her face

awaken mother in me

June 8th

While playing 

in the maze 

of nostalgia

the present

passes by 

June 7th

The weathering flower

in the small glass jar

longing for

the morning sun

till the last petal falls

June 6th

The vampire of

infatuation

comes at night

he sucks the life

out of the innocence

June 5th

One day

will the memories of the summer

lose

its intense sweetness

and the vividness? 

June 4th

In the extra space

of my hammock

a song of summer

awaits

to be played

June 3rd

Pouring rain

washed down 

the sorrow of the sky

it will show

the rainbow again

June 2nd

Listening to 

the sound of rain 

is the jazz

of poets

when his heartbeats play along

Jun 1st 2023

The house

I called mine once

is gone

Where did the sense of home go?

I wondered at 3 am