Poetry is a classic love letter.

My Bus Ride

As I step inside the bus, As it moves its wheels, To somewhere, somewhere, Wherever the road leads us, I wonder. As the view from the window changes, As the wind blew on my face, We are far, far away, Excitement fills the air, my eyes wander. How sad it is for some, That only …


Lights off, the world is sleeping. Dogs howl, cricket’s watching. The stream flows; Soft whispers; Rain falls, it gives shivers. A woman sleeps; A man is naked. Stars wink, trees faded. Curtains down; Music is low. Old man’s breathing, a silent moan. Painful cry; Hurrying footsteps. A knock on the door Unveiling secrets.