A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a love sickness.

– Robert Frost

I believe every writer, author or poet constantly yearns for this moment. A redefining moment when their work finds place amongst the huge array of readers. Probably I have reached that point in my life where the yearning, the quest overpowers my inhibitions towards my work. I hope you, who have reached my website, relish a few moments of inner calmness and joy in my naive attempt at putting forward my work.