The phenomenon of life is ambivalent, Havoc of the heaven I listen and lament, What’s this piece of particle called present, The space and time, for what are they meant.

The day he saw her, his heart did spread For her as God’s gift, all paths he did tread Deserts to thunders, fiery forests to seas, Zenithal peaks to oceans, he didn’t cease.


A song for her – She’s my poetry, I worship her in verse… She’s my song, lulled love hymn reverent, Praying her everyday, for her eminent. Art she is…