Poetry

The hands broke away amongst tears. To make someone feel special, this soul lived another’s life. When time came, stood no one to greet...

It is a cold wind gushing past rays of warm sunshine,                  Bunch of men driving broken bikes down ragged paths.        Trees...

In torrents of flowing might, Where wings of freedom take flight, Dwelt a fish, a creature of water’s deep night.   Kari swam from...

The world of fake squeak lies barren ahead. See! Waiting for the crackling fire, burning down offices and factories in me . Levels...

Where the trees tell, they tell stories. Of people dead silent. Where the roads, they curve through and around hills. Where the children,...