Category: Poetry

  ventnor city, new jersey    in the long stripe of setting sun,  at the hour...

    It starts- My footsteps  enter the rose-garden, it withers with every step...

  A mirage along scorching deserts is an illusion that makes the faint heart flutter.  ...

  I don’t know why they have brought me here. This place seems familiar, but...

…once – even without these frozen words you can no longer bear to write. You are afraid to...

It must still be him, placing a piano on the blue glass roof of the sea, making you quiver like a...