How many times haven’t we met before? That first time, at that loud, crowded party, with all those new faces around, I barely noticed. Those other times, every now and then, I can’t tell exactly when I learned your name and got to know you. That recent time, when I recognised your smile, and memorised…
Author: alexandrakubresli@alexandrakubresli
Absent
You are awfully quiet, remarkably absent. It is very confusing, unusually silent… The End Just some outpour of thoughts in intricately woven words. Expressions from lovers of imagination and their love for writing. Writings that shake and wake you, make you think, stir your soul, leave an imprint. Just some mellifluous bits- their wordbytes. Wanna be a wordmate?…
Ambiguity
I surrender, I raise my hands. It is difficult to understand, and you are not making things easier either, as you cease to answer. So suddenly, so confusingly; if you were so eager to disappear, why did you once at all appear? If not here to stay, why did you make my heart beat faster,…
The Voice
My dear, you are so cheerful. As you approach with dancing steps, and speak in happiness- oh my, what a voice that is, turning things up-side-down! Where do you find so many words to say? Laughter-filled whispers in my ear- so playful, I love to hear your voice, every single day! Wanna be a wordmate?…
Good Morning
What is a good morning? You. Your message. That little pop up light, The happiness in my mind. Hopefulness derived in hearing from you! The End Just some outpour of thoughts in intricately woven words. Expressions from lovers of imagination and their love for writing. Writings that shake and wake you, make you think, stir your soul,…