Thousands and thousands of masks I wear. Masks to mold, costumes I fold. My skin is sewn from many masks, My mind is a mural of stained glass. I am a painting, my body a vessel. My heart is bleeding,...

Carry on, as if Nothing Really Matters Life, an intricate mosaic. Each moment, each path, each trial, a tesserae, an adhesive, a grout. Shaping the essence of the mortal body.   Everyone...

Click here to listen to my composition while reading my poem. I composed Chaconne for Strings “2050 Four Seasons – Drought” after taking inspiration from my poem below. Dear Human Hand The...

After the worst pandemic known to Man, One would assume we will cherish our human clan, Alas, it’s total conflagration, Among nations.   After the pandemic mourning, We are now normalizing, Outright...