The infinite empty space is comple… The void occupies the space and th… Invariably, infinite is the space… The space from void or void from s…
Broke the doors of glass that are… When I lost the keys made of meta… Left broken and lost, Behind the closed doors of metal, And all I have now are the keys m…
Feeling your lips, On my fingertips, Running along the curved rims, Frisking the contours, And caressing their velvet tips,
Beyond the realms of twin blue str… Lay the vast and deep darkness, Above the sky’s bottom and below t… While the vast darkness above woul… From lack of any pressure,
Going round and round in circles, The circle of life is an endless c… A cycle that is played between the… Sometimes the shades of the bright… Into the dark deep abyss of the se…
It was well past midnight and the… Although lying in my bed, I could… I lay gazing at the memories piled… My gaze scattered and the silence… When the dead of the night tremble…
Passing through the colourless len… The colour of the colourless blue… The blue ocean are creating colour… Of Azure on my colourless and sha… The images are as void as the blue…
Wind has no direction, Light has no dimension, The sun, the moon and the earth I… Circumscribed by four cardinal poi… My thoughts have no direction,
An act that was caught in the act, May not be an act that you might h… Cos behind every act there lies it… So, before you react to judge an a… Just take a moment to find the fac…
Seduced by the sheen of the silks… Enticed by the sweetness of the fr… I stripped the nymph off her silks… And left her bare to the bone, I scraped the juicy flesh off the…
When the facts are masked, And facades highlighted and praise… When something is destroyed unwitt… And someone innocent killed for wh… A truth is killed forever,
When a layer of dead skin peels aw… I could always see a new layer und… Don’t know when the future has cre… Unseen, but always breathing and l… What I could see now would disapp…
Walked into an art gallery on proc… Displayed around are the arts of s… Of the artillery behind the art of… I stood starring at the artistic c… I heard a voice mutter, “What a p…
Time split us into two, And Tide swept us through, Time and tide waits for none, May be that is true, But through the time and the tide,
The clear summer skies, with its s… Their shadows crawling over the lu… The busy bees, the grazing cows, t… The hedges over the edges, the tul… Their colours, the reds, the pinks…