In memory of those who could have been saved. May the hearts and souls of the living, find their way back home.

Has to do with bullying and how some people just don’t care.

Engish sonnet.

I wrote this back in November of 2006. I was looking at a picture when I came up with this write.

This is a poem about reflecting back on life when things get tough and becoming sick and who is there to stand by you in life and who will remember you when you need them the most. It is a test of strength of love and faith and the will to survive when you find it hard to do.

A poem about my father’s death.

The ecosystem in the marshland is troubled by the roads that are laid exactly through their hearts, just to ensure that the roads need not snake around.

The reeds that grow up on the marshes and in the banks of the lakes and ponds are best places for birds to hide and grow up their families.

To have healthy families the parents have to understand each other and respect the other children around them and there are rumours that in Switzerland the families break up easily and that is not good for the society. We have heard about plots that are no good. The worst is when even the exorcist cannot do anything because the child hates the mother.

One person’s point of view on the world may be or sometimes is always different from everyone elses in the world.