Your Captive

To my love, Winds You pull me into yourself, embracing me with love And then push me out of your way fiercely What should I make of it, I can’t fathom… Is it a message of undying love or a warning to heed? I breathe in the old nostalgic scent in you That I have…

Leaving Messages Behind

Not far is the day when we will die… Are you prepared to bid your final goodbye? Not much time you have at your hand… Before your journey abode starts grand! Want to leave in silence? Not telling your tale? You will repent lying on the death bed so pale! Drop your message of life…