I observe, what others just see; at times even don’t see. Small things, that matter not, can stay forgot, but it brings, much difference to a li’l world, I seem to make for myself. I’m blunt, I ask it direct, a curiosity to understand, why life is bland without that little piece; like one missing … Read moreOn observing..
I see myself at the start of the race, Alone: no crowd, no cheers; no sun, just rain; I see a dream, in the drops, on my face, It calls me home, past the clouds, past the pain. Hey! Is it worth? Didn’t I fall last time I followed my heart’s voice? I leave the … Read moreNew beginnings..