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?