I loved you in a way that knew not the passage of time--maybe so--every moment became eternal. Every stroke you made revealed to me my dreams and desires. That's when I knew, something of you is left inside,something that pulls me into the light....

Writing is romancing your heart. To hold a pen is to demystify the mystery wrapped in exoticism to lead the allured eyes to something so real, that you tremble in your deeps....

Spring buds burst to bloom, and the river carries their song of life.

Maybe you are wandering on the shores, for what lies in the deep sea.

The moving, living river carries the soul of this earth. The murmurs of its music, how the whispers arise from the riverbed, only to lull you in the deeps.

Life is a journey of interrelated chapters. Reflecting back, we craft the story. transforming the events and encounters back into a narrative of the heart. The seasons shift in colors, and the chapters shift in tones, as we craft the rise and fall in rhythm. Yet it tells the tale of our lives....

The self sustaining beauty that pushes the fears and uplifts to dream, to hope and to begin again. What defines it is its act of endurance, through the grueling seasons of life.....

The music of falling leaves, the autumnal story to tell, as I drink in deep its nostalgic smell. The flash of red, the flash of gold. Yesterday is past, yet, the tale did not grow old.

You are the sun rising in my soul. You are the light rising in my sky.