To the poet in me Let the words find you, Let the verses amuse you. Let the metaphors play hide…
Warm and sweet like Summer Rain, Your touch brushes against the tips of an intrinsic soul. Like the lake that…
Poetry isn’t about beautifying the words; It’s about stripping off its thick cover and appreciating the rawness.
It was an ordinary day with people busy in their lives. A man running to grab a taxi, a formally…
A broken heart is usually mended in isolation. Like Bukowski said. “You get so alone at times that it just…
The more I wanted to scream my pain out, The better listener I became. Thinking how badly others would have…
I am sure I saw fear in his eyes, but I was prepared to knock him down. That first thrash…
My breath seems like coming to a stand-still while it is stitching hatred to my worn-out lungs. In some mysterious…
For the mornings so cold Keep the heart that warms. Like the sun warming up the hidden hard to reach…
I wandered in my own denial when those edgy skies hinted way before. Those shoulders I underused, those hands retreated…