Curation of Ideas

Here I am, many a man Here I am, on the road to find out "How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man?" As the poets know only to study rules and verses.

Run and enjoy the bliss Run; come out and play, Cops and robbers, tag your it, It is time to score a goal and make that home run, Breathing in the airy breeze through the leaves of trees; There is more to this world than cynicism and trends.

Creating fate out of nothing at all Deep, nonchalant and profound – or so that is how I seem to appear. I, like every other human being, have a back story to this calm, carefree attitude.

A Fair Lady The flower girl who lived on the streets In a place where luck is a necessity, Free and easy selling flowers within the dark, Stumbled upon a twist of fate That brought her to him and him to her