I’m running, I’m running, My heart is teetering, I’d been running from alone long before I ran these streets. I’m still running. I pass throngs of people, A fleeting presence In my periphery. In each of them, I look for… Continue reading

She walked in And all eyes were on her. They saw her eyes,  but didn’t see the tears that had taught them to sparkle. They saw her smile,  but didn’t see the pain that had forged it. They admired the… Continue reading

The unique way this collection is written is that the meaning and the story changes based on perspective. The overarching theme is the story about love, loss, reconciliation between a father and son. The interpretation of the story changes based… Continue reading

The unique way this collection is written is that the meaning and the story changes based on perspective. The overarching theme is the story about love, loss, reconciliation between a father and son. The interpretation of the story changes based… Continue reading

The unique way this collection is written is that the meaning and the story changes based on perspective. The overarching theme is the story about love, loss, reconciliation between a father and son. The interpretation of the story changes based… Continue reading

The unique way this collection is written is that the meaning and the story changes based on perspective. The overarching theme is the story about love, loss, reconciliation between a father and son. The interpretation of the story changes based… Continue reading

Why was it so quiet? It wasn’t supposed to be this way. The cafe hummed with the low murmur of people pretending they had nowhere else to be. A new age version of the classic about a cold cold heart… Continue reading

The crimson hue illuminated everyone who stood there. Poised for it to turn green. As if signalling a new era. An era which promoted the resumption of their lives. She turned back. Not a slow deliberate glance, but a fleeting… Continue reading