The old man is standing,
Why? the bus does not stop here...
The dry leaves nourish my garden
Why always the sweeping and blowing them away...
Under the mantle of a star filled African night
I listen to the wind in that majestic setting...
I want somebody, to tell what is the soul of a...
God is playing on my mind...
So precious yet so short
Life is indeed to us...
The old man is standing,
Why? the bus does not stop here...
Under the mantle of a star filled African night
I listen to the wind in that majestic setting...
Intersecting past and future, ‘is now’!
You need to learn the art of self-discovery...
asleep at dawn? you just missed the best
the world has brushed its teeth...
When The Mirror Is My Friend!..
When the mirror is my friend, it’s a most...
When We Dream
We can be anything...
I've drawn on my own experiences
I have had my share of dramas...