Twilight glint
My love is not a butterfly or rose, she’s neither soft as silk nor summer’s breeze, no goddess ever wore such dreadful clothes and if she sings I’ll plead “Oh […]
My love is not a butterfly or rose, she’s neither soft as silk nor summer’s breeze, no goddess ever wore such dreadful clothes and if she sings I’ll plead “Oh […]
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
Poems and psychosis.
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku,