On a beautiful Sunday morning snow is falling from heaven and ………. in that cold, very cold morning you are standing besides me My eyes are stagnant My heart is burning And trying to reach you Out of all curiosity It touches you and asks...

Blown embers crackling, a soul burning in hell Of falling and burning, in shape and in sense Then an act of love, to live for above and beyond The sky which is strange, the present lives to show She is trying to explore, the future is an invention Waiting there...

Shadows have gone dark, the doors have slammed hardFootsteps have hollow sounds, clouds had not been loud   The rhythm of my life muddled along with my dreams crashedYou were never mine, and I’m stranger to this so-called crowd   Eminent imperfections yielding off guard yet the hell againTormenting...

Millions of definitions yet Love is a phenomenon that finds various topics with unending details. But hardly ever someone had claimed to explain it completely. So is love a fizgig? A word, a feeling , an emotion or a relationship, a gesture, food of the soul...

Books about Japan In love with Japan is my first travel book. Sometimes people have strange questions. But to answer them gently you must answer them in a productive and creative manner. These days writers are not appreciated the way they were used to be. Perhaps...

Love doesn't find people, people find love We cannot expect " love" from the ones we love. Sometimes we just love to please ourselves knowing that nothing would be in return. They call it to fate perhaps. There is always one side of the story you hear...

Sparkling shadows seemingly vibrant but extremely vividLightning skies pouring rain drops from thunderous clouds   My soul being gnawed upon in the middle of lonely nightsMysterious tales of love, all with hope a heart enshrouds   But what if loneliness all I had to absorb in my lifetimeI still...