(2014)
The journey yet so far I have walked the walk covered in a grimy sun dust Beaten by avalanche of rain But the journey yet seems soothing…
I love you more than the sky would… I love you more than the star woul… I love you oddly more than the win… I love you merrily more than the f… I love you weirdly more than plant…
These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white
I find it Hard Reading a Long paragraph Of nothing
As i have reached the town, The town which i thought never exi… The town; where two blocks are dro… The town; where more stoned-houses… And astonish sights of lands, lake…
Culprit are tend to be Visible when a craft Is alarmed. A trigger can become Hostile while depending
All I need Is for you To read Acknowledge Debate
I call you Art Beautiful, interesting Expressive, talented And yet so delicate.
There is nothing special About being normal If it be cheating, Cheat Or perhaps laughing, dancing
poetry in my bones, just a little plenty in my bones, it burns and burns even when i try cleanse away creativity in my bones, i have love for other things;
I have love life The same eversince: I have love the hard Spent days when money shows no favour,
I will not Pretend to Read long books Because of My little
I am done losing my sense to tired… Bidding my streak with holliness, Conversing to the dawn in nakednes… Muting my ever so gracious talent In every nightfall,
Love to a novice is sincerity and… And to an expert with trampled edg… Insanity at its deepest phase, As discernment will love wisdom an… As richness will love power; love…
My thoughts are All outlined with white Colour You don’t need to Worry; they are