The clouds tell a different story Each time they gift the thirsty earth With a shower or drizzle. Their broken form, Doesn’t that evoke broken memories? Sometimes? What if they are aware of our pain? But aren’t...
Sands of the beach,warms to the glory of sunrise,its red rays play gleefully on their dunes giving them life, A new dawn awakes to the soft roar of the waves,rebellious yet content. Along the horizon the...
a simple poem about an old man passing away,his shares his memories during his final moments.