I am a psychologist, psychotherapist, writer and a restless soul. When my soul stirs, it brings up thoughts where mere prose does not suffice, and hence verse pours forth; that's how my poems take shape.
Within you lies the mini universe.. Within you lies the the mini horizon.. Within you lies the mini world.. Within you lies the mini you.. What the whole world think is not important… What the whole matrix conversation about you
Beautiful as the sky is blue Gazing upon an eagle’s wings We desire to fly Above the heavens of gold Beyond the moon and stars Embraced passed the galaxies Nature as the Earth’s beauty Inspired from the leaves bristled from
Gripped in the smell of sweat, cat food, and ruin, handing out sandwiches under an overpass each hand-off like a shark strike, the homeless shuffle a variegated line discharging a sullen murmur, attention flitting everywhere, avoiding contact dull eyes, wide