Finally where I wanted to be, Miles away from the rest of the world, Always running, The race never really stops. But pause, it did, As if the earth was exhaling and letting go, Time come to a standstill, Much like the broken clock. As…

Alert! It’s time to begin. Again Birds rejoicing for clear or cloudy skies. Either way they fly. Cricket percussion keeping the rhythm of a tropical sounding serenade. Dogs even chime in to great a great new day. Mother is the conductor. Good Morning. The new…

Poem Six for The Hour Six life is so precious to live for we tend to f I n d what’s the best cure asking for r e a L remedies from door, down, under plunge yourself t O the pool of satisfaction get energized,…