That old man over there
Is selling trinkets made of stones
That old woman the entire world
In a map without any hole!

I have battled with loneliness. I have battled with insecurity and rootlessness. But I have never given up the struggle. I have never quit trying in life.

I have always enjoyed my solitude. It gives me time to think and to write.

Love: so many people read about it in books and research on it in libraries yet so few discover the real feeling of it!

You may follow the footsteps
The whole day will pass
With you going around in circles
Yet not reaching anywhere at last!

Poetry is the yearning of the soul to break free!