Each time that I strive for answers, the changing colors of the sea tell me that I am not alone in my dubiety! That I too like the sea, am a creation of leisure that has always been interpreted in haste!
Yes, by this time it’s up here, I’ll be up flying away from this land which is more than my own. I belong here and the madness and the … Continue reading
Scorching summers on the rise, the tumultuous heat on the spy, But did you notice the ruffled cottony clouds in the sky? Messengers they are, assurances that nothing stays and … Continue reading
There’s an uncanny sense of being around what I call home. Uninhibited speaking of the mother tongue after almost half a year – stranger it feels than it sounds. Maybe … Continue reading