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The Battlefield

The Battlefield Yet again, The fire in me has died a little. In this big universe, I felt like a very small matter. Something that occupied space And had mass. That was the only matter I coul... Read More...

Do you feel the same?

Do you feel the same? Do you feel the same? Like the mountains, Pure and high Emotions and the soul An urge, to touch the sky And beautiful, like a butterfly!   Passionate, to life ... Read More...

A Wanderer

He was a Wanderer, wandering on his own, he needed no companion, he wandered all alone, his destination, still unknown, dirty clothes, long hair, beard fully grown. He traveled unknown places, filled wit... Read More...

Remember The Days

Remember The Days It’s the small moments that we’ll always remember The first hello, the goodbyes and the I hope I’ll see you again The sweetness that lingers and the pain that leaves us in shreds And it’... Read More...

Inside a bus

As I travel I find myself lost within my own thoughts. I can't find any difference, is it the bus that's shaking or is it just my trembling heart? are there turns on the road or is it just my twisted mind?... Read More...

Something You’d Miss

I still remember the look on your face. The words that you whispered, For just us to know. But now I sit alone - remembering you. All that I know is, I don’t know how to be something you’d miss. Never ima... Read More...

The Path

No idea who creates the path. But, I follow it. We follow it as it leads somewhere~ we might know ~ we might not know! That line supposed to separate Hope and hopelessness And, Life and death Who dra... Read More...


Conundrum Her constellations embroidered eyes, sugar-coated maroon colored lips made me fall for her every pretty lie, and her cherry blossomed cheeks. Her silky long hair seemed something like of a gu... Read More...

When in doubt, be orange

When in doubt, be orange; If you can be a fruit, be an orange. Don’t be an apple. Don’t be zero shades of white. Be an orange. Be so orange that they have to name a color after you. Don’t be an appl... Read More...

I am the society

I am the society I could hear the screams And hear the pleads But I choose to ignore Because I am the society. My ears vibrated hearing her pain But I hugged my daughter and slept My bare eyes ... Read More...

The Seven Farewell

The Seven Farewell They were the worst tears I ever cried They were the annihilation and nirvana The door to the soul and out of it The most precious, the seven farewells One of seven, I smiled as I bo... Read More...
Winter Here

Winter Here

It is winter here. Cold, feathers of snow float and dance and then hit the ground. Their weightlessness is adorable, so pure, so fragile and so beautiful. The thin thread between the consciousness and existence... Read More...

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