I Am not a drinker If not I would have claimed that Bottles help me write.

I feel like I have seen them all And buzzing around in black and wh… White socked into bleach of evils… They wish to break us all but With divine intervention we surpas…

They don’t Surprise me They live in a Different world Different city

There is just only One thing Separating Me and my Bad habits

A very good piece does not Wake up In just one rainy day Or perhaps a sunny day  If there are no luck, a very good… Might not even rise at all.

This could Be Magic Only if You

The famous cheats will had once em… The prostitutes will freely sleep… acknowledge poetry. The power of poetry is an unoffici… It can be used by a sweet talker,

I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer

I have dreams that I have live And The ones I still live. I have appeased my childhood God, He is pleased. I have dreamt of peace

Only If You Could jump Out

A bird with a flightless wings That is what her love brings When clock can tick no more Like a naked eye of a devils core. With a shame your rebel foresee

O, ye the bright sky summon thee Before the crimson light forsake n… With the numb cloud morosely still… So does the teardrop– warmish will… Lightening’ a little or with a pi…

Tomorrow is a pretense  Which you have to consciously Bel…

I breath through Sheets of everlasting words.

From a writer To a Reader and From a reader To a