Black crows swooping low on me. A cautionary caw. The rattle cackle magpie. Dark things that flit the shade…

Here is the nub of it. I’ve had my fill of it. I don’t want to talk of it. Not even one little bit. ‘Cause I’d tell you where…

Like everytime i sit down to write. A poem, a story or a song. I do not know what happens inside. I do not know what is wrong…

Nature is Falling Apart. I’m longing for too long. To bring back the past. The voice of mother nature. The world is changing fast…

I knew why poets never die. Reading an anthology of Classic poems. On quiet a night. With wings of Enlightenment and delight. My soul took flight. To far-off lands bright…

I’ll tell you a tale of Brexit. As happened in twenty nineteen. When Brits chose to be an island. And Parl’ment got as mad as we’ve seen…

Look there’s the moon up the sky. Shining among the stars with great destiny. Giving light to the Night Travelers. Who has forgotten the way; it’s not fair…

Tribute is to be heard, loudly and unhindered. As my myriad voice is voting for thanks. In honouring person preceded by His reputation. His entire being is dedicated to plight…

Dancing to the Brexit beat, a leader put in place to take the fall. Soundbite statements but no answers for us all. Strong and stable with a knife in her back and a country on its knees…

Maybe I am a quitter. But I didn’t give up on life. I toll all through the day to keep food on my plate. And end up in tears every night. Hunger was the fire, peace was the wood…

The style of fashion changes over time. At times it’s the less you cover, The more you blossom. The more attacking souls towards you, The… You blossom. But that doesn’t change the souls…

Bawling and bellowing, Baby Brexit Boasts – he is blooming and bound for Blighty: A brat bred at the behest of Boris the Bully and the bigwig bosses at the Brexecutive Bigotry Board…

But spectators it can seem despite our mark, our vote, our conscience made. But what change occurs with soil and soul, all rights and wrongs shall fade. Yet I was never given choice…

Minors are those less than eighteen, As they don’t have knowledge in keen. They don’t have a driving licence, As don’t have driving sense. Minors are given just pen and…

Je m’en souviens. J’étais là, maintenant il n’y a plus rien. Quand que je suis née. Je savais déjà que c’était la fin. Plus de pensée pour exister. Nous les humains, habitant de la terre…