Buttercups
We never walked as close like this before;soundlessly we tiptoe closer, closerbut we never touch,still I feel the zephyr of your nearnessas a breeze of attar and the subtle drumthat […]
We never walked as close like this before;soundlessly we tiptoe closer, closerbut we never touch,still I feel the zephyr of your nearnessas a breeze of attar and the subtle drumthat […]
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,