September

Ah ! The soft, poetic, golden pause between summer and winter, we called ‘September’. 

m.a. 

Irony

It is the irony of this world that people express anger and hatred without restraint, and love with hesitation.
m.a.

Raindrops

The sky mingled with the Earth infinitely in the tenderness of rain drops.
m.a.

Moon

I am like the moon. I change everyday. I am constantly becoming and unbecoming.

m.a. 

Collapse

There is a black hole in my heart where my dreams collapsed. 

m.a.

Silence

We spend so many years trying to learn words, when it is really the pauses we need to understand. 

m.a.

Seething

The aimless seething that drifted through my days, scorched bare every thread that bound me.

m.a.