The Social Misfit

This world is like a highway. Scurrying at top speed to reach somewhere. Most people don't even know where they are headed. It's he...

We shall never find that lovely land of might-have-been. I can never be your king nor you can be my queen. Days may pass and years may p...

I dreamed about you again... Years pass, people change, I have changed, And yet, a little of the pain stays. During rains, when the wind...

Sometimes I wonder if it would be better to shut out everyone and be alone forever. Conversing with people for daily routine is easy. ...

Every artist has a muse. A trigger. A particular something. This starts a new work of art. A poem. A sculpture. A story... For me, it is a...

Passing below Infinite arches Gliding over Grand vistas Wind whistling Waves crashing Never ending Nightmare Falling through Skies ...

Do you ever question your existence? Where are we headed? What is the destination? Do you ever think, for once, that you have come from a ...