In Silence 

In silence We hear the uproar of the squeals suppressed  When delight hit us at a time we couldn’t express … More

Red 

This poem is the second in a series of three poem.  Red. A mood, a form, a colour, a theme … More

Empty Stations

Empty stations, beating hearts City lights, drizzle starts Whispered frantic- in a drenching sight “Tonight no sleeping, under the moonlight” … More