The magic of poetry. Even a simple night can be immortalized in a few lines.

It is wonderful to imagine that out of zillions stars across the universe, the sun is the only star that has encouraged life on one of its planets.

It is nice to know that there are natural shows happening every night in the skies, which are ignored by people, just like the brightness of the sun during the day.

As children, many would have lay down on their backs and watched the movements of the elements in the night sky! Why not continue this child-play after reaching adulthood as well!

The light of the world must serve a purpose. A purpose that is greater than what the human eye can see. Society and it’s damaging affects has dimmed these lights. It has set limits and boundaries that do not allow these lights to nurture their gifts. Many never recover. This life is not a rehearsal. It is our grand performance. We should embrace it with it’s fullest capacity for love and passion. We should sail through it at full freedom.

This is a myth about the constellation Monoceros, the unicorn, and how it got it’s place in the winter sky.

I wrote this after I realized a boy I had a crush on was not astrologically compatible with my virgin self.

A poem about a dream I had.

I want to write a poem somehow that really tells you how I’m feeling.

Tanka verses.