Simply a love confession.

How we see the world through the lenses of love

What an artist goes through, while creating

A poem for immigrants

The recognition that never brings tranquility

The way I want to love and want to be loved...And maybe the way you want to be loved

I love going to cafes and restaurants. I always try to find out what the fellow cafe goers are thinking or talking about.

We are all like It, the river

A poem about a warm kiss