I love poetry. I love to write. I love to draw, I love photography and to paint and to sing. But I am a master of none, I am sad to say. But, I am a master of sailing my deep. Thanks for stopping by. Leave a comment, so we can get to know each other. :)
I have been staring at white walls for almost three years. Ideas floating in and out of my head like the morning rush hour on the freeway. Sometimes, it is bumper to bumper with ideas. Sometimes, it is freakishly fast and you wonder where all the “traffic” has gone to. You feel lazy, but it … More White Walls
It was the year 1890, the month was March, and the day was the 8th. In a small English town named, Sible Hedingham, a baby girl was born. I imagine the air still had its wintry grip but easing as Spring whispers her warm promises of green. Wrapped snug in a small blanket and held … More I Was Here
A true story… The room appeared slanted, like all the lines that framed the room were off, just enough to let you know, something was not right. And the only light came from high above, through a small rectangular window. The light, filtering through the darkness in shifts of unsettling, monochromatic, grays. The only furniture, … More The Room
INTO THIS DEEP 