I have spread the sheet to my bed… Now that there is no more experien… Now there is no more poetry, and n… There is nothing new to write abou… Under the sun or far away from bey…
A beautiful me. A beautiful you A beautiful us A beautiful sunset dipped. A beautiful cloud
I am A Different Person in Real life,
Life is nothing but misery, Every dimension you may prefer Is not enough space for you to bre… Life is wonderful, Live it as you wish and live it
Curiousity is a hell of a drug The reason why you open your eyes… The morning and The reason why you shut it at nigh…
I have read them enough to fill me With tenderness; to sigh a relief On my soul with heavenly mind, Because now i could sight them far… As they would lease pleasure to me…
A drunk man once asked me Do you write? And I was like yeah I can put words together, He looked at the cup he was holdin…
I love us more when its peak And our Presence had been starved To see.
Hunger for silence Voice cracked whistles blown Cattles lost Ego’s bruised
The sound-cloud with a silence act… White soft smoke with a bright Foamy art, The sound-cloud travels with light And circles in an area,
On love will you hate when time Waltz by unpleasantly and same Love will the lapping wave satisfy A couple of beauty praise. More love and pure strength will
I will not Pretend to Read long books Because of My little
Writing is like drugs You will never stop wanting more Or trying so hard to see how high…
I have dreams that I have lived And The ones I still live. I have appeased my childhood God, He is pleased. I have dreamt of peace
if you don’t want to do anything but reading, read loud if you don’t want to read and maybe all you want is to eat, eat now,