The Cliff

They say life is tedious, because it was tedious for them.

They try to scare you with stern eyes and canes.



But I say child, you keep running friskily towards the end of the cliff.

You keep smiling at the colors on the way.

Coz, when you get there, you’ll learn how to fly.


The Radiant Walk.


She beams like an innocent child,

As I stare into her shining eyes.

She smiles like a blithe little girl,

Away from the land of desolating lies.

I would walk with her under the moon’s silver,

While the gloom of the dark night slowly dies.