Born into a a family of eight, had a very tough childhood. At the age of 15, left home to become a missionary in the north east of India. That's when I first tried my hand at poetry. After my graduation, I realized the 'call' to missionary work wasn't real and immediately left and began my life as a commoner. In 1989 I began to work as a teacher in Shillong, Meghalaya, India. In 1991 I met my wife, Sandra and married her in 1992. In 1993 I got my first son, Jordan and in 1997 my second son, Richard came along. All these years I wrote poetry whenever I found time and had many of them published in local newspapers and magazines. In 1999 I left India for Oman to work under the Ministry of Education. That's where I am now. Oman has seen my poetic talents sharpen.
He was writing his sermon.
He'd locked his room.
He wanted none to break his thoughts.
No one would ever disturb him.
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Why did you tear me off you,
When you knew I’d die without you?
I promised you peaceful sleep,
But you wouldn't hear me.
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There's a corner in my soul that I call my own,
That I turn to when I'm faced with hamlet's dilemma,
That signals when I'm at the crossroads,
That leads me by hand when I'm lost.
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His camouflage struck me the most,
As he lay with his face down,
In a river of murky water,
Murkier by his blood.
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Is life being born?
Is it going to school?
Is it having friends?
Is it being in love?
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