A Writer With A Difference

Inner Peace…

(Photo credit: Marabelo) I sat by the lake and the wind caressed my face. I played with my hands and listened to nature. I surrounded myself with quietness. The Lake lady appeared. She sat beside me and asked, ‘Are you troubled?’ ‘N

A Safe Haven!

(Photo credit: Andras Petaron) I just can’t keep quiet, my heart is heavy, my spirit is crushed. I looked round wildly like a horse in darkness and couldn’t make a sense of this horrific, senseless killing. I couldn’t get the image

Illusion…

 (Photo credit: Krappweis) We  rushed through our days, We dashed through our nights, We ploughed and worked through our years, We toiled and built and heaped on wealth, We didn’t wait to think; What is the purpose of it all? Is everything a