Hello readers,

I am excited to introduce you to my first ebook on lulu.

It’s a short collection of seven poems about relationships, heartbreak and self-cure.

Here’s a sneak peak inside:



You can download it for free at:

Happy reading!

Thank you 🙂


There are no candles on the table

It is dark, it is stormy

an old man walks through the room

a cane in his hand

he blindly walks around

but lits no candles on the table


the widow at the end of the street

peeks outside

the dark stormy night

a chill makes her shudder

but she has no candles on her table


the broken family on the adjacent street

has a lady crying

in her gloomy room

the wind howls outside

but there are no candles on her table


A cat named Caterpillar


“Hello little Goldie, how’s you doin’?,” Rottie the parrot waved at Mr. Fred’s pet fish Goldie as he flew across the open window, landing on the sill for a while.

“I am doing fine, thank you Rottie, what about you?,” she inquired circling around the round glass jar, the bubbles of her words trailing towards the surface.

“Ah good good. It’s been a hot sunny day innit? Oh sorry you wouldn’t know,” he chuckled.

Goldie let out an uncomfortable snort.

“Well off I go, see you laters!,” waving goodbye, Rottie flew out.

“Bye,” uttered Goldie quietly.


In the garden of St. Marcus’s park a cat was growling loudly.”You better get out of my way you slimy skunky little fella. Ugh.”Catkins, a British shorthair was apparently mad at a caterpillar who was crawling by too close to her.

“Calm down young lady, I am just passing by,” said the caterpillar defensively.

“Meowwwrrrrrrr!” Within seconds Catkins clawed the poor little caterpillar and ran away.

Lying on the cool green grass, his body cut open from the stomach, the caterpillar was breathing his last.


“Wake up Catkins! Food is ready,” Mrs Fiona beckoned her cat towards her food. “I am not going to call you again!”

When Catkins didn’t respond to her call, Mrs Fiona lurched towards her cushion house only to find Catkins missing. This was worrying for never in 4 years had Catkins disappeared early in the morning at time of  her breakfast.

Mrs Fiona called over her husband and both of them looked around the house expectedly wishing their cat was safe.


“Hello again Goldie!,” said Rottie standing at the sill of the window. “Did you hear the big news?” he inquired.

“No, I didn’t hear anything since yesterday. What happened?” she asked.

“Yesterday Crowie and Snakie heard a yelp in the park. It was Catkins hissing at a caterpillar, maybe the fella was new to town, never seen him before. Don’t know the reason of the quarrel but that wicked lady snapped at the poor creature and split his stomach in half.”

“AWHHHHH,” cried Goldie. “That’s cruel!”

“Yes yes my dear. But listen to this part. They said, within minutes the caterpillar was dead. But next morning, as Crowie stood outside the window of Catkins’s house, he couldn’t see her anywhere, even Mrs. Fiona was frantically looking for her. That’s when Crowie saw a real bizarre scene, a caterpillar dropped off of Catkins cushion and crawled towards her food bowl. He started nibbling at the food and it felt like he wasn’t able to chew on it that’s when his whole body began wriggling like crazy.”

“You don’t think so….!,” Goldie let out a gasp.

Rottie gazed at her intently. “Goldie, I think unfortunately, Catkins has become a Caterpillar.”

Moral of the story: What comes around goes around. Be kind to others.