Simple Life

He is
a philosopher
a writer
a humanist
an advocate

The world swims
in his thoughts

Love coils
within his brain cells

He is somewhat
complex
complicated
confine in few

He looks
sympathetic
sophisticated
stoic

He enjoys
the simplest things
holding her hand
in the rain
kissing her
with sunshine in their eyes
simply
being with
her

Paper Planes

We used to fold
yesterday’s news
into paper planes
and believed the past
would launch into new horizons
if we pressed all the lines
into perfection

All our hopes for tomorrow
would be our reality
until we realized after all
they were once
a vat of pulp
and when the rain came
those planes would wilt
into a mess
our laughter would soon
turn into sour tears

Maybe
that’s why
I didn’t want to
grow up

This is one of my poems which was included in the Anthology of Hidden In Childhood.

The Simple Minded

our extraordinary relationship
lies in our ordinary life
the most mundane tasks
in everyday life
are the source of our happiness
the surrounding
and simple things matter
we see the blessings of
the sun, the moon, the stars
the grocery shopping, the cooking, the bathing
live each day as our last
and cherish each other like our first kiss