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Letter to unknown... 8 Jun 2013 | 12:39 am
Dear Unknown, I keep wandering to this question of where do I belong? Do I even belong as a matter of fact. So much of curiosity and hardly any learning. If I were on a treasure hunt I would hunt the...
Quote # 4 17 Apr 2013 | 05:49 pm
"Between the perceptions of right or wrong there exists a perennial truth, of which the faith is clarity and love is acceptance..."
Quote # 3 17 Apr 2013 | 05:47 pm
"In due course of silence the deepest rooted emotions are heard with loudest clarity, thus pertaining to the actions of soul..."
P.S. I Love You 18 Feb 2012 | 12:58 am
She moved a little closer, she could feel the warm air blowing on her face, his breath like fresh air was as if bringing her back to the life. With little difficulty she pushed her eyes wide open, his...
November and I 3 Nov 2011 | 11:02 am
It is November again; blustery and cold I am alone; walking on the road Reminiscing sweet 1940s; the summers, the sun and the bridge The coffee beans and tea leaves; cheese cakes and muffin. I fat...
Ripening... 14 Sep 2011 | 12:28 am
The call begins.... She: Ummm hellow.. He: Hey hi, how are you doing? She: Fine, hanging in the air! (yawn) He: Oh that's great. So when do you plan to step on the land ? She: Not until you stic...
Quote # 2 3 Aug 2011 | 12:00 am
"A satire is what you may portray, For thy words of wisdom give no tooth to the aching mouths!"
Ink or Sand? 23 Jul 2011 | 12:53 am
I asked once: Ink or Sand ? He answered: Both vanish! In a wave’s gush Fading in time With smears behind... To articulate: What was there once? Image Courtsey: Flickr
From the abundance of muddled mind to the ruffled heart! 19 Jul 2011 | 01:44 am
I am kind of going to rant here today. So much to talk and so much to share, haven’t written much in a while. Usually whenever I feel like writing I initiate the subject and then somehow most of it re...
Eternal Journey... 9 Mar 2011 | 01:56 am
Sometimes I walk in the rain; Feet dug into the gushing waves, Touching my skin, The bubbles soar to penetrate, Deep and deep… Into a winding cacophony; Of a heart that listens, And a mind that...
