Drowning

Drowning

Deep, blind, hollow,

still dying.

Awry sight,

bitter to swallow.

No sounds, I hear,

No scream, I dream.

Gun firing in the distance,

suddenly appear,

Illusive is the existence,

silence breaks the fear.

Bye, my life,

If ever mine.

Pure is the way,

by drowning unveiled.

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.