MY POEMS

The heat is stagnant and the leaves barely move, it is the time of quiet and we work on. "The whole earth is the tomb of heroic men and...

The heat is sultry and dances around one's body like a tango. Back and forth it sways rhythmically mesmerising one to its purpose. “My...

To explore can be literal or metaphorical. Walking through the wood, we find so many things familiar and strange. Writing is a little...

To the left or to the right? Both perhaps. "If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavours to live the life...