I miss her.

Why do I need to ask you if I can love you or not, when I never asked you to acknowledge my love even from the start?

Its funny to think what is in our past never seemed to exist.

Looking back on your life.This is a poem written simply for that.

A poem – life hurts sometimes, leaving scars in place.

An honest poem.

An Angelic intervention of the life that I had led up until this point…and looking back at what I have learnt from it….so far…

Red – The Color of My Idiosyncrasy.

I’m happy for them..

A look at aging and what it may be…