I wrote this poem in 1984, 16 years old. It contrasts the heat of desire and passion with the coldness of denial. The philandering lover will ultimately return – the lost soul will find its true home. Karma will triumph
To The Philandering Lover
The Flame
I wrote this poem in 1985, 17 years old. It compares the soul to a flame. Just as a flame needs darkness to shine brightly, so is the soul transformed by love, desire, passion and pain. Read also Contemplation (1984),
The Poet
I wrote this poem in 1984,16 years old. It is a tribute to all poets and poetesses, who transform their pain into beauty, enriching the lives of others. Read also The Artist from 1982, written at the tender age of