“Should my breath
The cold winds freeze,
Too weary and numb
Should my heart cease..”
What if this is all there is?
What if this, is all there is? What if this.. is as good as it gets? What if this is as far, you were meant to be; And everything that you ever dreamed about for the future, were memories; Being carried on from a past life. A past where, you had it all. A life… Read More
Photo-poem ‘Beehive’
All that big talk about evolution and superiority; Yet slaved and spent, worker bees all return… to the beehive! © Jay Kaushal Read More
