Everyone, at some time or the other, has journeyed through the tunnels of pent up emotions in their lives. I am no exception, and these poems are an attempt to bring those emotions into play. I hope at least some of you can resonate and connect with at least some of those feelings.

My lamp did die,my ship did crash, yet my soul and body did live, But wherefore and why they did so, no answer could I give. Mauled, molested, broken and wrecked, the pulse of life did beat, Ah! Which physician can explain this truly hemorrhagic feat?