There is an art to any that can wield words: orators, authors, singers and poets, and for this artistry I have the utmost appreciation. Words spoken are not immediately spent, they are more than the breath that gives them voice, more than the pen that gives them power.

As a boy with book in hand, in reverie, I could reach and roam far off realms. The sky was not so far from my fingers now. And I learnt that with a bit of ink the impossible required only imagination.

As I aim to discover my own words yet unspoken, join me on this journey as we go in pursuit...of poems.