servile goddess


wings of passion
niched to a nail
fireflies my friend are gone
whispers of a forest with giggles is lost
my being is scrutinised with a bolt
hopes perishable to a limit
goddess speaks love once again
love of a firefly finding peace again
hopeful but adamant all once again

Storm of love



their smile i care

they make me walk the clouds

what if world doesn allow us

the storm will engulf every dust

there i shall dance ...in the rain after the thunder