This morning as I walked
on my way to catch the train...
Becoming an
Estranged wife...
There are things I cannot do,
Not even for a trillion units of dough...
Nothing lasts forever
And everything will die...
I lived there during school holidays.
Between 2001-6...
Out of sight, out of mind
Never content with new ideas you find...
lets walk
with the...
Our lives have changed
Like never before I can't hug...
A Sad Poem...
I’ve been to an island of thieves
Where my only pleasure was the passing breeze...
Tranquillity
is to recognize...
This is
the Saba’s* weft of waft...