She is nothing.Nothing but a window to your relatability,‘cause you knowshe leaves a part of herself,in your jacket’s pocketso you…
Dreams doesn’t have to resideup in the clouds.It could be in smiles or pictures,in tinkling of wind chimes, or guffawing…
And when the great souls die,they die of diminishing prideand a meek voice after being unheard for years.They die of…
Language of love is so loud.But you are fashioned to hear only words.
The blank pages are my sin.Bookshelves my cemeteryand poetry, the way I die.
I sit down to carve the most intricate lines my paper had ever felt. I follow and follow the long…
Will talkWhen your mirror will hug the dusty fog,when the grief will not set with the Sun.when your moustache be…
You know how the storm comes and shakes you up without touching? Your words do the same.
Not gonna lie,I find you so unattractive. When your mind-bending skillsof origami turn my apprehensionsinto those little things that fly…
I write. I write because nothing else makes sense to me. I write because everything I see speaks volume to…