Alone

There is a story in everyone. How we try to find a pearl inside an oyster Searching the seven seas. Perhaps we are love-prone creatures Who make journeys of the heart, The cornerstone of life. The roads not taken Stare back at you like a woman From the across the bar, dropping an invitation. And…

Red Rose

The pearl of flowers Concentric rings of petals That turn titian red. An oyster of a bud that opens To beautify a little plot of land. Lovers’ modus operandi, Florists’ livelihood Love’s trail maker, Perennially embellishing The little rooms of heart And bed, to ferry love across From strips of fiber to strands of coir,…