Whisper of the Breathless

Jealous, indeed I am..
Every breath taken away from me,
Stolen by her;
Stolen by the heavenly her,
A conspiracy concocted against me,
Beginning from dusk,
Ending at dawn,
Leaving me breathless,

Somersby Night

 Days, Months, years, 

As if it wears on briskly,

yet...

Hours, minutes, seconds,

Crawls away slowly,

As I lay on my mattress,

my thoughts wonders,

How did this came to be?

Living Colours : Memories

Memories, fond memories.
As I reminiscence and scavenge,
Through a vast ocean of blur clutters of shards,
Shards emitting a fading glow.
One by one, they flash before my eyes,