Someday somewhere,sitting on the window side of a plane my metal dreams would fly high donning a straw-hat and virgin…
A nameyour nameis such an intimate thing.One that makes me ambitiousto call you with all my might,with all my rights.The…
I am facing you,yet again! O Dear Summer!Remember what we promised. You’d let medance on a grass bladeand I will…
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…
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.