The rhyming rain

The paper tunnel...

TRUST

Trust speaks
-Though -its best unspoken,
The yellows fall in terms with the springs 
That the woods will flourish again,
The roads keep running
So the sun isn't caught in hands 
HE sent us on land 
Believing that we will find the way to him one fine breath 
and, we don't keep a count on the beats of ours as,
He keeps his stars  safe we know...

Dipped in Ink

One ocean so blue,

to plunge into 

-so deep-

without leaving behind a clue 

just me 

and my soul 

fetching my every single breath 

from deep down the oceans,

no one keeping count on them,

Just the wish, listening to my silent stories,

-as I wanted my ocean to be like-

Moments be there 

the waves carrying me, holding my thoughts 

to the unexplored far away horizons,

where with every blink 

I could see the wide open sky dipped in ink ...