We’re the last persons we find at… That’s a fact; perhaps just human… The other parties are always in th… For we’re blameless and innocent a… Often, we’re in a pedestal others…

First letter he ever wrote In his life of fifteen years Never felt this way before First time for things it appears; Feelings he put on paper

Muggy summer morning; the sun risi… From where the blue ocean meets th… On tiny wavelets sun’s rays reflec… Streaky cirrus clouds floating way… It will be bright and sun-filled a…

Life’s a speeding bullet train One moment an eighteen year old Fresh and pure as the morning air Thoughts of changing the world Aspirations ideas visions dreams

He heard loud echoes in the wind But it was just the sound of his v… His conscience reprimanding him For his life’s a mess; albeit by c… Early this morning, he looked in t…

Sunday early I woke up Three hours before I planned to Tried hard to get more shuteye But my brains just turned to goo I stared up eyes wide open

One wintry December night she van… From his life, perhaps never to re… Leaving him with quiet grief untar… He lay restless till dawn’s first,… He feels the emptiness settle, wid…

You are... The soft breeze blowing my hair The sun’s rays caressing my face The soothing sounds a songbird mak… The sweet warmth of a baby’s embra…

This is where first he kissed her Many summers ago when kids they we… Deep in love they were; a future t… But with no clue that– work at it,… In the infinity pool; white spray,…

His tired eyes open slowly In front of him, a goddess! He tries hard to look away But he feels simply pow’rless Her sparkling eyes hypnotic

To My Mom It must be a day ago; must have ha… She knows not what, her memory she… She’s quite uneasy, life seemed in… Nothing comes to mind, and nothing…

The sun shines on a breezy cloudle… The brown leaves barely clinging t… Winter’s at the doorstep, the cold… Spring’s long gone but where did t… She sat motionless on a bench in t…

Soon I’d be three scores and a di… But surely that’s no crime Just have to alter my paradigm Find newer ways to spend my time! Years ago, I’d walk eight miles o…

The sky was leaden; a gloomy, somber slate grey. It looked more like Moscow in winter than Long Island in the fall. The cumulus-nimbus clouds were sheets of lead, several layers deep,...

I was only eighteen years old when… The best college fraternity this s… Soon I was introduced to the Corn… My young life irretrievably change… The Corner, eight steps in front…