Writing is one way for me to escape from the real world and express what I truly feel. I have been writing since a long time. It helps me to vent out everything that I hide inside of me in rhyming rhythm..
Thanksgiving never will I forget Hopping in the car for a very long ride to grandma’s house With heavy frost on the grass, glistening in the sun Singing songs and counting grain bins to pass the time Now the frost
Assume for one minute that the world was healed again,strong, though creeping veins and ventricles, unclogged their own blockages and once again it’s you who can sing and live again presume you are well again,and again ,celebrating the night and
Since the moment I was born,From the very first start, You loved me unconditionally with every piece of your heart, You changed me, fed me, and rocked me to sleep, You held me close whenever I would weep, Sleepless nights