Whispers of Spring

February has been a month of celebration filled with birthday cakes, boxes of chocolate and early mornings steeped in rose.

There has been flirtatious violets, swoonworthy romances and sunny windows catching dreams and turning them into books.

There has been pictures of Italy, poems of fire and beauty, and cranky creepy crawlies waking up from winter’s sleep.

There has been music; happy tunes awash in daisy blues, dragonflies bewildered by city hues, and imaginary walks with imaginary dogs.

All in all, it has been a month of tiny whispers of things to come, to grow, to bloom. After all, “to wait” means that something good is coming your way.

True Artistry

Experience is the main influencer of creativity.

Slow and steadily, as we gain more experience, there is development,

and what comes out of that development is the base of true artistry.

When Life calls

Answer swiftly when life calls

dwindle not in barren corridors

be not satisfied with ash and coal

open bravely the beckoning door

and step audacisoulsy onto life`s

revolving dance floor.

In the image of Hope

Shape your days in the image of hope.

Every moment’s potential fulfilled in what they could be

rather than what they are.

But the night you leave alone to its childhood

coloring in your dreams while you sleep.

Growing Blooms

Without meaning to we rise out of the ground,
Loving despite of loss, losing despite of love.
We become bottomless ponds
Growing blooms out of our own mud.

Vulnerability