Though long gone, Wilson still reaches out to his mother. For her, the mourning will never end.

Poem about the dangers of being a tired driver.

The Eyes of a Car.

Escaping the monochromatic color town.

Food for thought.

A closed-form poem about a most unfortunate car accident.

2/26/2012.

Setting it right…

After buying Daisy a cone, I towed her on my bike to her home and it turned out to be a thrilling experience.

What ever GOD has given to us, we should accept and enjoy ,every one has it’s own destiny but the fact remains, east or west our home is the ” best ” ….