God and Love — Today I saw you in a blue sweater, like the sky on a clear day, and suddenly, it hit me — the color of the heavens isn’t arbitrary. It’s the echo of your presence, a reflection of your essence, a cosmic dance of serendipity, why the sky chose to be blue…

A tutorial in the language of love — In the hush of a winter’s night, I cast my whispers to the wind, blowing kisses in the cold night air. The wind, a clandestine dancer, waltzes through the silent pines, changing its voice to a melody of secrets. I sense the moaning of snowflakes, a symphony of crystalline sighs, echoing in…

Self-Discovery — In a small room, I exist, Where space is scarce, and walls draw near. A chamber of shadows, devoid of dazzling lights, Yet, within its confines, I find my haven. Dimness wraps around me like a cloak, A shroud that veils the corners of my abode. …

Finding purpose in life — In the quiet of the night, I hear the whispers of the wind, the soft rustling of leaves, and I ponder the mysteries of existence. Days have lost their form, melting into morning and evening, like jewelry made from recycled bones. …

A poetic celebration of transition in nature —

A love unveiled in the language of touch —

A love poem —

A reflection on T.S. Eliot’s love song — TS Eliot, I’m also part of your love song, And sitting in a modern restaurant “Like a patient etherized upon a table,” I watch a couple at the next table, Perusing an old menu card. “I would love to have Smoked Meat,” says the man, His eyes fixed on the fingers…

A Love Poem — I had a dream last night,, My poems become songs, A symphony of words, a chorus of emotions, Millions of people sing my songs, Their voices rising like a tidal wave of sound, But I pass them indifferently, Lost in the silence of your absence. Your absence an echoing void, And…