Friends are not plan, they come in our life by chance, by coincidence. They are gift from God. They are precious and priceless.

Appreciation for someone before it’s too late.

Poetry.

Chapter II of "Silver Moon". Hans has a strange dream. Or was it really a dream?

Into a new world.
How will everything go?

The tragic position of a woman in love with one but married to another!

I cut nerves longer than mine
rooted out ancestry, standing erect for which I pine.

This is a Poem That I wrote about a year and a half ago about how a Rose might symbolize certain feelings in life.

The best time of year for me:

A poem on rain.