Trains

Everytime I go through something bad,

I always end up on a train.

The sound of the tracks soothes me,

it's almost as if its home.

I look outside the window,

and I see the sunset early in the morning.

It reassures me the grass gets greener on the other side.

I see couples in love, young and old.

Nothing else matters while they're on this train ride.

All that matters is their love.

Love so simple and beautiful like a dove.

Life's moving too fast, just like this train.

I'm tired of getting hurt all over again.

Because Angels Are In White…

The poem is on Doctors who were heroes to us in the time of Covid-19

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.