All about Mother nature.

How we see things.

Hardly see nice scenery in hospital premises.

Poem.

A poem of change.

This is a poem inspired during my school days. My teacher inspired me and encouraged me to write poems and was impressed that I could write like Lord Tennyson, (that’s what she commented on reading my poem). I have never stopped writing since. My flair for creative writing could not be tapped as I took a course in Science and taught Science in schools. It’s only of late that I began to take writing seriously.

Homesick for New Zealand.

Make visit to the mountains in scorching summer…

Just a so-called poet’s imagination…to steal readers’ tears.

Perhaps one of my favourites. Written relatively recently, but still quite a while ago, after a long time of being unable to write anything that was satisfactory. One night of many which were spent gazing out of my window, listening to music until 2am, I settled on the idea, and wrote it up the next morning.