(2014)
A beautiful me. A beautiful you A beautiful us A beautiful sunset dipped. A beautiful cloud
I Heard that New York is a great… To be a writer and London is a Nice place to be a poet, France i… Common place to be an author All other places are irrelevant!
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 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
I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer
I have lost the taste for words I have blended with the world I have settled with the masses I have decided to colour it all. I have lost the taste for words
You are beautiful Regardless of what Beauty means.
How i hate your dark crooked bows, The lynch of your exceeding notes Buried in your solemn voice, The way you twinkle like a white f… And the pace that you race
It is just Another day But with different Fish back to The same old sea.
When you light up My dreams brightens When you smile and pause My heart pause a beat When you cry
I love us more when its peak And our Presence had been starved To see.
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,
What do I see I see people talking about me I see them whispering and I think… I see them plotting I can hear my mothers warning in m…
I still cannot see the way she wal… How her breast pawned towards the… Her stripe mouthed shoes squeaking… With the earl grey gown i bought;… I pondered around like a deaf Ami…
I will live by words I will conquer every negative emot… By words I will perish boredom by words I will let the words swim steadily…