Small Townhouse… In their porch of a small townhouse Every evening I would see a lady sitting with her spouse Her husband was old and...

The Squirrel… The squirrel that nibbles The strawberries from my garden I behave like a warden Trying to shoo it away without a pardon It...

Wings… The sunrise brings the orange cast and hue, A bird flies over like a soul free and true, I wonder! sinking in the view. We too are...

Moulds… We all have our own unique moulds, Some are soft and mellow souls, The world for them, spectrum of colours, Brimming with...

Welcome to a poetic journey with me.