Poem

We are all human...Read More

When I walk at night alone...Read More

The season of love we call Spring...Read More

Precious, I am, yes, I am a woman fair sex, a symbol of glory and delicacy. Yes, a woman – molded with love  fragile but strong  flimsy at moments – the moments of love. Love for my...

In the moments of mystery...Read More

The sun may pierce through haze...Read More

I can hear the moon...Read More

Immeasurable and unquenchable ...Read More

An interpretation of Sufi poet Bulleh Shah's verses...Read More

Walking into Nature's wild embrace...Read More