Foreword

Sometimes when I look up in the sky and see the majestic hues of a rainbow curving the yonder horizon, I cannot help but let my heart sing some melodious tunes. How i yearn then to run after the rainbows and catch it in all its exactness, but the ironies of the reality that rainbows are beyond ones grasp leaves me clutching on to some usurped dreams.  

Rainbows cannot be reined, so i catch my thoughts instead that run wild in the illusive realms of my enchanted dreams along this journey of life through the sands of time. Thoughts when translated saturates in poetic pukes. 

I am doubtful if things would be up to the mark for a blogger who has just found his feet and for an untaught and a self styled poet that I am. Any errors and limitations are solely mine.

Bonne lecture

Outlander