Poetry · writer's diary

Where’s Home ?

It’s dark in her heart, and her life suffering symptoms of  totally bleak night No light, torching her murky shadows But she knows her path But can’t walk home. You think home is where you’ve place to shelter To stretch your legs, lie low the couch? You think that’s home Your birthplace, cradle of your… Continue reading Where’s Home ?



Color me 50

Fifty brushes to paint her glamour, fifty shades of ink: Remember purple for royalty, Oh God blue for loyalty. Red for love, yellow to make her laugh. Mother grab the goblet, pour the grapey-viney winey. Let’s wine Happy Birthday Mother Source: Color me 50