For a Mother who has just lost her child…

A poetic conversation between a mother and her dead son.

We all live through life with a rhythmic timekeeper, the Metronome of life…
I have modified the rhythm to give it more of a time effect…

This life we lead is like an unending song wherein we sing to Creator in the form of experiences we gain as we move through various phases… The meaning of life is contained in every single expression. Here is my little poetic song of creation…

Assurance that I am always there… Never give up hope…

This poem is written in a “conversational” style, these are my pure thoughts about the acceptance of a talented poet, Sheila B. Roark, to The Age Begins Books, and about two backstabbing childhood friends.

Something that I personally believe in…

I’ll be your strength when all hope is lost, just don’t give up the fight… The promise from the Creator to all those who live on Earth…

This is about our life out here on this world wherein we are dancers who dance various steps to entertain the Creator and in return get judged for it….

Our heavenly father always watches over us.

Music is a universal language that transcends all races, caste and creed. A language that connects the soul to the one around. This poem is written as a tribute to the sounds around us that work together to bring about universal harmony.