I understand that not everyone believes in God. I do.  Here’s a poem for all those who believe in the upper hand:   Faith Here I stand outside your abode Oh, Almighty, I join my hands to pray I have nothing and no one to call of my own I’m just a poor soul, astray… Read More

Here’s a new poem:   Dwindling Conversations Fortuitously we crossed paths Something between us began budding Lost it all in a game of brimming egos and spilling wraths, Emotions started muddling. Those ephemeral days of joy, sometimes I sit reminiscing.   Words. How funny are they? The heartfelt yarn that knit a fragile bond Now broken,… Read More