Inspired by Solitude

he proposed to her with purple orchid bouquet, desires flowered Writing after a long time. Happy to be writing again for    Carpe Diem #1548 orchids (ran) (classical kigo)

Photo: Nostalgia by vijitapillai © 2016 Gazing out the window, was never so hurting before - disturbance that well the eyes and the heart roars, a song of melancholy hums from within - - no drop of hope the cloud gets; that could touch the skin. Watching patterns of clouds in puddles was fun before, tarred roads reflected on clouds today, making it look sore. Wish of a selfish me, was to see the crying clouds, I hoped to see the hope that wished me luck aloud. ... and then the drops poured down, in a gush to we t the ground, a melting heart, emotions drenched, dry me, but wet surround. I get to the edge, open windows, and allow the water in, the body soaked and so the mind, in world of feelings akin - - Moist soil brings to me memories of the days bygone, for some time now, solitude is where I found the cozy zone. I believe clouds wished the same for me, water trickle down my eyes, Earth rejoice the moments of now, while I celebrate past. Nos

gossiping clouds, cluster and drift apart designing patterns In response to "Use th at Quote" at CDHK Clouds in different shapes

smiling through sunshine and weeping through gloomy mist Cloudly emotions In response to "Use that quote" at CDHK

Eager to see buds and also the newly borns; And when both grow and bloom, wait for timely withering and to slowly part with life.

In the deep dark night she knocked at my eyelids, calmly she entered; I expected few roses but she offered only thorns!