I remember the first time I met you… It was around the time when November mourns the deadIt feels like one year…
It’s sunset in my laptop and in my window too as I write these lines. Serendipity again showing me the time in her wristwatch.Baby Jesus is…
Will they really like me?Will they realize what it takes?Will they care that my heart and soulAre laying out there for all to see?
IT’S CHRISTMAS, WHY AM I NOT MERRY
Why do I not feel happy.
Why am I not joyous.
Things are never as they appear.We never know what they will turn into.We can find them in the strangest places.Often not what we are looking…
THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED BEGINS TO RUST
They say if you do not use it then you lose it.
It starts as a small spark
It flickers and dances in the dark.
SOMETIMES if you look real hard. THINGS are not always as they appear. SOMETIMES they are different.