At first glance, it seemed easy, I, the traveler on a weary road to perhaps fame, I tamed my mind to think in ways one would want to impress, But like a toddler taking baby steps, I fall, struggling to get back on my feet.

The route I took seemed all too ready to steady that feet, Through stumbling tears, I made my smiles just as effortless, I cried first, then I laughed, Isn’t laughter sometimes created from tears?

The road was long, the road was windy, The road took me to eternity, I wondered at some point if I would reach eternity, yes, eternity, But stop I did not, I traveled through time, I traveled through eternity.

There were days when I thought “not a second to waste,” Until one day I realized that it took time to reach eternity, It was the long road I had chosen, Through much travail, none of which man can know or hear of.

I trudged with time on the long road to eternity once, Right now, I face, I stare ahead, I have not seen the end, No, there is no end, I have only been on the trail to the “beginning.”

The End.

This poem was published on the Poetry Festival website on 25/02/2020

Man struggling at sea

Can’t imagine that he swam underwater and came up without any protective gear.


June and its greatness

Featuring the poem, In the eyes of Freedom, from my book, Walking Through Beauty, Timeless Footsteps. On Kindle, Edition is available. Thank you.


Little Angels

I thought about angels today,

Little angels that have beautiful wings to fly,

Don’t think that they are not prone to childish tantrums,

They fight, they scream, they refuse to share,

and like me chase a dream.


Cute little angels that fly somewhere above,

where mornings and nights are at the tap of a wand,

“Let’s see sunrise,” says one and with a wave of a wand,

And behold there on the horizon, between sea and sky,

sunrise appears.


He flies away contented that his world was a colored rainbow light.


Tell me about that dream you are chasing.


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