An Encounter with an Artist. . .

Drowning in voices; yes, that's what it feels like, to sit here in this half filled cafeteria floor. People all around me - though no one is close enough to be annoying - are talking, merrily sharing their moments of the day with their colleagues, friends. I see a few of them, sitting in solitude. …

A Hazy Body

A Hazy BodyUnder the dim street lamp,Comfortably forgotten,Drowned away to abyss—In soothing chatter, gossip,The collective humming,And the nimble strumming,Of the faithful stringsTeased by the agile bow. But it still aches.The Heart still craves.

The Choices.

Sometimes,You have an idea,Of how you want things to be,Of what you want from life,Of what you need to do ahead. Sometimes,You have answers,To all your your questions, To all doubts that plague,To every puzzle ever made. And sometimes,You are able to see,The glitters of the day,The light beyond the sunset,The odds fusing together. But …