The fragrance of the thoughts
flows through the ink on the letter.
The season has returned already.
Love is in the air.
#strike
Creation
Sometimes, a thought strikes in my mind
‘What if I have nothing to write?
What would I do when the subject’s void?’
but I suppose, this situation will never occur possibly.
Muse
You are my muse.
The light so heavenly
shines upon me,
bestowing its blessing.
The alphabets start shaping
themselves without any
external intervention.