Every time when my cousins and we, my sister and I meet, which would be once in a year, we play a game, like all cousins do. There’s nothing much as a royal proclamation here. It is fun and rich, but. We call it the ABCD game. One of us starts a sentence with A, Continue reading
The Present is the most assuring brook of all. With it, flows this poem:
With my galvanized mind and abstracted heart,
I followed you in search of an art.
A burden of past that anguished my destiny
was causing me pain in unbearable density. Continue reading