Inspired by Solitude

PC: google images The mystical vast universe beholds certainty of enigmatic life and beyond. Unfolds the tale of cosmic supremacy woven together to manifest destiny. Aether for shelter, water for living, fire for power and air for being. Strength and harmony bestowed by land Humans on it, composed of grains of sand. Undoubtedly then, when the sparkle’s gone, He’s returned to the sand all alone. PC: google images In response to " Midweek Motif- A grain of sand ", hosted by Sumana Roy.

PC:  http://www.hdwallpaperup.com I am the canvas You are the artist Lend me your colours I am the canvas unfilled and colourless awaiting your touch You are the artist paint me in your feelings whet your mood Lend me your colours of love, lust, leisure and grief make me one with you In response to  Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille at MLMM.  The original haiku was written for CDHK's Summer Retreat 2017 themed "unconditional love".

PC: Clipart library I am the canvas for you to spill paints of love lend me your colours In response to CDHK Summer Retreat 2017

to the fading waves says the loyal waiting shore "come again soon" In response to CDHK Summer Retreat 2017 I have li'l idea about usage of dialogues in haiku or making a conversational haiku. It sounded good to me, so linking it up.  I will be pleased to hear from you, my friends, if dialogue in haiku exists, and if not, does it sound good...

Picture from MPR News on outsider art. I am the inside outsider Indebted to - birth and life - - For the rent free costly survival here and life extension year after year. For the consistent untruly hopes from dears and false myths to keep away fears. I am the inside outsider Blind, deaf and dumb– I see deceit others and I wear but life is the brightest lie, one can only - stare. Ocean of lies I say and hear but life is the widest lie, one can only - bear. I am the inside outsider I am not of this land, water and air, Do not know -  I belong -  where? I found my temporary accommodation here, A life with some satisfaction, more scare, Dawning on me, my existence is - -   but mere! In response to " Outsider art" by Karin gustafson at Imaginary garden with real toads .

We are the jigsaw puzzle - when glued together, You complete me!

trailing a pattern ink drop merges in water; My love blends in your's!