Art of loving is a complicated Ar… it must not be too Abundant or too… and Moderation is an hard option t…
I am a father I am a mother I said I’m a friend! Your friend A neighbour
A full moon had shown tonight And its a dynamic of her own beaut… Her own smile and her own personal… What addition could tears bear whe… Feelings are idle and uncomprehend…
A simple choice is a great certain… For her own sacred delight, With love among all odds And transparency among every refle… With death above usual peace,
These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white
As hours goes by Dawn after dawn Season after seasons And tears mapping face, I’m still fading.
Never Count your Work Because Your
Culprit are tend to be Visible when a craft Is alarmed. A trigger can become Hostile while depending
In life we prepare for tomorrow no… Just like a judge, We mend or break hearts And just like a bad dream, We focus on waking up.
I can play Different roles But there have To be no rules Or tears because
For death will applaud to us and w… To thee not death.
It might be shit But that’s your own shit And it might be a hit From the park, And that will pose to be
Hunger for silence Voice cracked whistles blown Cattles lost Ego’s bruised
Henceforth.. Take a look at the leaves Leaving their mother For the first time For a new experience,
From a writer To a Reader and From a reader To a
