I collect teachings from books, I immerse in lessons passed down from one generation to next, I share wisdom from living the gruelling everyday life, They sometimes shy away like those touch- me -nots, They sometimes are etched like sun and stars, They sometimes trapeze blithely like a ballet dance only to come back as... Continue Reading →
My muse at work
A free verse poem.
Stranger in an un-strange world
A free style poem.
What is pen to paper?
Poetry form :- Trimeric (invented by Charles A. Stone)
Life grows
A free verse.
Brushstrokes
A Quadrille using the word smudge.
Jungle of chaos
A free verse poem.
Stars in the background
Prosery :- Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end
Spring brings with her many sounds
A free verse poem.
