“poetrymelts my bones.enters my blood.and changesits composition.”

“Tell me..how do you stand there?filling the doorway….of my life.”

“I breathe in…the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can’t.”

“i want to stay curled and cosiedand chocolated….foreverin my mother’s arms.”

“and the afterglow…of your gaze…is the onlysweater that I need.”

“a silent night. – the most eloquent poem i have ever read.”

“Once in a while i am struckall over again… by just how blue the sky appears .. on wind-played autumn mornings, blue enoughto bruise a heart.”

“love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers”

“Whatever you get out of poetry – take it. take it. take it. Words are better off felt than understood.”

“You are that one breath. that puts all the remaining breaths. back into my body.”

“Not words. nor laughter. but rather someonewho will fall in lovewith your silence.”

“because some thingssometimesaren’t ours to hold,but just beautiful to listen to.”

“it was the kind of moonthat I would want to send back to my ancestorsand gift to my descendantsso they know that I too,have been bruised…by beauty.”

“Poems can getsleepless tooand becomethe loneliest thingin the universe.”