Another city miles apart, New York; an apple so big that it had engulfed many lost souls like me ~Tale of Two Cities, Days and Nights Anthology

A City where I grew up, I learnt to walk for the first time. A city whose landscape is sprawled with huge bungalows. Bungalows spread in acres, connected by adjacent roofs & pillars, or having a common verandah. Everyone connected literally and figuratively in one another’s life; No one willing to mind their own business ~ ~ A Tale of Two Cities, Days and Nights Anthology

Home is not to be mistaken with a house~ Home, Select Poetry Collection

Home is not four walls of brick and mortar, Home is an emotion, Home is hope ~ Home, Select Poetry Collection

Well-made linen beds would make nice houses, but beauty from dysfunctionality & unkemptness is what makes a perfect home~ Home, Select Poetry Collection