The echoes still linger
The echoes still lingered in woodwinds of singers the words of the poet forever’s repeated but never gave its solace to us, the sinners cause his quill has gone dry […]
The echoes still lingered in woodwinds of singers the words of the poet forever’s repeated but never gave its solace to us, the sinners cause his quill has gone dry […]
Her song had turned monotonous Leyla remembered the first days of excitement when Samir proposed, and she imagined the blue-skied life an ocean away. Now an ocean separated her from […]
practising for a whole life
dancing with my muse
haikai poetry matters
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
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.