Living is like a ride in a ‘molue’:  Kaleidoscopic. Oxymoronic.  Dangerous and exciting;  Laughter and tearing;  Loving and fighting;  Chasing dreams and fantasies,  A journey from somewhere To somewhere,  Sojourning with strangers and ...

Dear Nepa, I write this under lantern light, Not because I have twenty-twenty sight, Nor that I like to strain my eyes, But because as always You are exerting ...

Shimmering silently down the atmosphere, Silvery streams of moonlight softly spear The grey curtain of night, Bleaching its dark hue And conjuring a ...