All things would have meant the same to me,
had I not known you so complete.
My days that got rusted by life’s uneven claims,
all struggles deflated and percepts lame.
Those people disguised with motives ignite,
rendered all morals… Read More...
The wind blows over the faith of the calm sea. The sea responds with the horrors of men’s greed. Such is the nature of battle everywhere. But what happens to faith in the process? It transforms! And blessed are those souls that survive… Read More...