My Suitcase
I have been carrying this old suitcase for my entire life It is now a scarred and battered container of memories and reality Some might call it baggage, but it contains all that I am And each time I open…
A World Away
Another night scratching my head as I reach for a pencil. Another night spent torturing words in the mind’s muddied trenches, proving that yes you can press money from guile and oil from stone – If you’d just continue squeezing…
My Portrait Of Her
Never once in life did her demeanor be fake, She indulged in her dream bubble as never to wake. She failed to realize her bubble burst as demons invade, Surrounding herself with evil light unknown to the shade. She sailed…
The Writers
Their life is hard, As hard as bonded super glue. But in the meantime, It is also the sweetest. They melt your whole self, Neither with heat, Nor with fire, But with words of thoughts. They get inspired, By nature.…