Plunge into the deep without fear, with the gladness of April in your heart.

I hope to leave behind a few poems it will be hard to get rid of.

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky.

Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.

Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.