We are born from the oceans and the seas, transform into ashes, then wash back to the sea, ...
We are not walking In yellow green valleys Or forests of dead trees That coat the far...
Layers of space lay between us The oceans of stars never still A cold orange moon will not...
(My ancestors were from Iraq and Arabia but parents Indian)
Ah, to this land of the monsoon,...
In the soft embrace of a wave-kissed shore
Where secrets are whispered by the sea to the...
I am a withered tree and my stories are tasteless. I cannot live with a boat. Here, on my land, there is no...
A dream is just a dream
but if you make it come true
then...
it becomes a part...
If you haven't been able to join me yet...
You wonder?
It's a lot easier to feel as though...
