Death, that freeing Death

Death, I do believe it is freeing! When we are at the end of our tether, When the last of our breath is sucked out of us, When our bodies break down, one by one, We see death… Read More

That Place Called Heaven

It is the place where the Sun breathes a little, And paves the way for a drizzle, So that the clouds water the gateways of another world. Of course, it is just as colorful as the orange of… Read More


The shimmer of the setting sun glistens against crimson clouds, its fa├žade, unblemished. The lighthouse stands regal, as stoic witness. The waters create a contrasting veneer on an evening of nostalgia. Nothing can disturb its peace, not even… Read More