When the dew drop evaporates in the air,
I see a light glistening in the hallway of my heart,
With the strings plucking themselves in symphonic rhythm.
When a twig floats in the air, swinging and giggling,
I feel the warmth of sun on the wall of my forehead,
Leaving a fragrance of something, I have to fathom.
When a caterpillar metamorphose into a butterfly,
I hear the sound of life, soul and all the supernatural,
Proving their existence in the sacrosanct paradise.
When first rain strikes the soil after dry summer,
I smell the petrichor that mixes into my veins,
Changing into an elixir showering from the skies.
And when a baby giggles at me showing its immature gums,
I taste the love so perfectly that its tenderness and sweetness,
Lures me every second on this earth to make momentary changes within my senses.
(published in Republica)