Dear Bohemian Man

We humans are all words. We long to have conversations. Tell stories about ourselves. Many memories creep up inside our hearts during our silent days and nights. My poems are the small stories I want to tell you. I have written them down so that you remember my words. These are actually talks I had done in your absence enveloped in my loneliness. And you must be somewhere travelling sitting or thinking; but if you have a moment just stop by and read this. Because I wrote this for you. And this book is incomplete without you reading it.