Like this city’s busy streets, my veins vibrate with the rumblings of the motorbikes, cars, and trucks that make their way through dust-covered highways and byways. My veins, they echo the murmurs and hums of the daily traffic, as they rush to supply blood to my heart – beating a resonant sigh of longing – […]
I want to be where The sun meets the rain, Where the drizzles fizzle As they fly smitten By its light’s brilliance. I want to be where The rain gives in to the sun, Where its patters smatter And dissipate to blend Into skies of cerulean.
Sand in my sneakers And on your motorbike tires, As we stared across the sea That met seemingly endless skies.