The Late Bloom

Some things are not meant to be. But some are. Who is to tell which is which? Some episodes speed away. But some take their time. They are like the late bloom. A seed fell on a dirty sidewalk. It got trampled on. Again and again. It was not paid attention to. Nothing was expected [...]


The best way to know That something is over Is when a tear finds Its way out Finally. For nothing outside us Can ever make it possible. Only what is within us Can free us Finally. There is no point In expecting a new life From something that died Awaiting our acceptance Finally. The best [...]