The struggling poet and writer
dreams again
of standing on stage
and reading his lines
once again...

Poetry is the yearning of the soul to break free!

Love will find you when you least expect it to; it will find it in an unusual moment on a strange day!

I heard the breeze whisper your name to the trees. And the flowers giggled smiling at the leaves. I and my loneliness keep talking about you.

She asks me silly questions.
Like how much do I love her?
I smile and look at the sky for how do I tell her that it is she who gives me my existence...

She is the fragrance of a dozen jasmines.