She brisked on with lifeHaving that faint hopewill resurface sooner or later……Everyday He spent sometime gazing at the stars from his terrace

Voice strokes

Often our voices becomes an abstract painting,where the strokes of the fine brush are scattered across the entire sheetare the light shaded brisk strokes all in the mind?but never fail to reach its audience or… Read More »Voice strokes

Pillow Diaries

These patterns follow my mind from the bedsheet spread into my dreamsLike flowers sit adorned in the basketbrooding over for some sleep Tossled and pushed I fallonce to the centre or to the very edge The chaos creates… Read More »Pillow Diaries


The tide waited for the storm to come and go The waves stopped for a while and took a different routeThe anchor lost its way and preferred to diveThe fishes stayed calm beneath the oceanThe… Read More »Routine


Just five pebble momentsShe had to decidewhether to walk with himOr run away alone Copyright ©2015 by Elvira Lobo- Its My Life Disclaimer: The image(s) in the post are taken from Google. I don’t claim any… Read More »Choice