The petite guy who no body notices walking down the road, could be me.

A numb face in the gatherings, staring at the world from the corners, could be me.

Someone walking alone under the dark skies, could be me.

I could be everywhere a regular human would not want to be....

I dwell in my own world of thoughts, word play and story telling. Existing in reality happens due to compulsion. My life is in the worlds my thoughts take me

An outcome of my strange existence is reflected through the only thing that I can do in life and that's writing . I write on the following blogs:

Poetry: Whispers From My Heart

Stories: Brain Stew

Musings: A Blot of A Thought

Movie reviews: When I Saw a Movie