By midnight the roads will be empty All the people will be asleep, nearly The dimly lit streets soon become lively Comes out the[…]
My world has slowed down the globe rotates gently, to keep on clouds float in the sky aimless Sun never forgets to rise, sleepless every[…]
Act sensibly with all the responsibility our life is neither ours nor theirs. we are forming the links in a chain percentiles flicker graphs vary[…]
How many hours more for the Sun to go down under the expanse of the roaring sea pulling over it the thickness of night? How[…]
Doors restrict only those that move locks imagine your thoughts will not flee. A fine dress waits silently to enter the banquet hall from the[…]
Why a song does not die with the singer Nor does a poem perish with the poet ? Art outlives the artist. These have been[…]
Searching amidst my wishes that belong to a lost realm engaging in tactics futile to recover at least the precious ones seen only in[…]
Published in The Art of Autism’s 4th Annual International Poems & Art for Peace Project (2019) Severe pain wriggles out from my heart,[…]