Poem.

The universality of the beauty of the rose is such that among the variety of flowers, its reputation is historically unsurpassable.

The Ocean Breeze.

Yet Another Poem I came up with while writing.

A man recalls his experiences as he walks through life with the one he loves.

About pollution.

Written in memory of my baby boy.

Sands flow and pile to become a crust, events piled up so we do what we must…

About time destroying things slowly.

All about Goa.