Of a Rose

There is that beauty, then there is the thorn, There is the luscious beauty born. As you gaze at its adorning crown, Beware, the hidden thorn, It waits to prick you, Be forewarned. ~~ The fragrant rose is… Read More


It is like staring at a reflection of yourself in stagnant waters, Crystal clear, clarity paramount in every detail projected. Have you thought about what it does if you disturb its peacefulness? You become disengaged and mirror a… Read More


One day, when the Sun hid behind the pure white cumulus clouds, Its rays far-reaching and blazing, The leaves on the trees strewn by its tracing light, The mountains on the far ends, overlooking sunlit grounds, I asked… Read More