Life is a canvas of many strokes where shades from different palettes meet into a picture so concrete that some forget it is their own, so become framed themselves.

'Realistic dreamer' is not an oxymoron.

Sometime is that appointment, the final one to meet. Let's color all with love, for Time is naught but fleet.

Poetry is a subset of a Cosmos, which in itself, is a poem.

Anger is a wound gone mad.

There are infinite possibilities.

I am sacred when you love me. I am your sanctuary, you are mine.