(2015)
They are roaring And ready To go but My shoe Laces are still
Sometimes i feel like I have done it all But maybe its not me Its the silk that’s unwilling To cover my feet.
I have learned from so many arts And little art had learned from me… I have gazed at so many light And few lights had gazed at me, I have seek and wander for too lon…
Sometimes you Need a Break From Life
Now, as you may have seen When old, young or when with Someone as days and weeks goes on, I do not know how our love is shap… I do not know what my coming will…
I can’t Promise you Heaven But we will Be
Oh, the moon should be cautious of… The moon should always glance to k… If i am still here, dressed or nak… With all of my conscious sins and… Witnesses; my eyes could blindly e…
Why are they dressed in red and wh… A black long fur facing towards th… A gold button parting the blood an… Misery of their own existence, and… To please; they are slow nature of…
I Heard that New York is a great… To be a writer and London is a Nice place to be a poet, France i… Common place to be an author All other places are irrelevant!
There is this thing It frightens me and Scary at the same time, They are tiny voices Very small but weirdly
A misfit is not a wish Neither is it a pitch, an area, a… Its about your balance The ability of practice or talent… Attitude to the frost and stagnant…
It is just another dreary poem Her heart will forever endure and… As he felt no human rage or human… Felt no anger, love and care in hi… In silence he slumbered in his dee…
I will not Pretend to Read long books Because of My little
I walk Through This pattern Because This is
Is that still you sitting on a bul… Or am i just dreaming, maybe Not a bull after-all or is it a ho… Am i just whinnying, Is that the end of the road
