From young, I have a love for the English Language and have been a voracious reader of novels, getting my fill from the British Council and later at the U.S.I.S. Clearly the writing style of UK and American authors is different.It is only about three years ago that I ventured into the world of poetry, and starting to pen my own poems. I find it gratifying and fulfilling to have an opportunity to put my thoughts, feelings and emotions into poems and haiku.
Beneath this yonder twinkling isle I laid down for a while; Amidst this firmamental lea I saw a pulsar shine with glee. Soon I ventured into a dream and saw the lign aloes gleam ; a foreigner to this lonesome
Rocky terrain of high mountains, The snow capped peaks ignite, The wanderlust in me; To break away from the drudgery, From the petty human loss; A caricature of intelligent race, Victim of different definitions of God, Blind to the color
I truly love Canada always my home though if I could this planet I’d roam India fascinates me chaos and all China’s a mystery that long friggin’ wall Cuba’s resilient they keep trudging on more than paid for their sin
Nothing can tie me down; Wanderlust has taken me over. Let me roam, Let me wander The seven seas and mountain peaks; In search of a place that’s calling to me. My long lost home before time From whose speckle