A Discourse In Distortion

An infinite jigsaw puzzle With distorted edges and a path of struggles No end in sight No pieces fit I haven’t found my own solution My failure, my only remission No answers, no sense, no meaning Only a delusion, a small chaos Why should be things easy to understand?  A puzzle in piece Or aContinue reading “A Discourse In Distortion”

Her Mysterious Meshuga.

Hey folks, I hope you all are doing fine. I know I have been away for a long time, but I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can. Till then I am very pleased to share another poem of mine that has been published at Spillwords, a place where words matter. I sent themContinue reading “Her Mysterious Meshuga.”