Dear Friend of my Heart, I was going through some old pieces of writing earlier and something peculiar and amusing… Read more Treasures, Wings and the Moon

Dear Friend of my Heart, I was going through some old pieces of writing earlier and something peculiar and amusing… Read more Treasures, Wings and the Moon
Dear Friend of my Heart, It is the most delightful occurrence, in the most daringly playful of my opinions, when a… Read more shadows: a verse meets a verse
Dear friend of my heart, Tonight sleep is a fidgety butterfly… as I listen to some soft notes wafting dreamily… Read more Slow Life
Dear friend of my heart, I do not understand why anyone would give up the heaven and hell of deep… Read more A Carefree Composition
The dying star bled dismally as we floated around it. If one were to trace our path , the lines… Read more Dying Star
I am a shadow. Cast aside by the setting sun. It is a golden evening. I am the shadow in this golden… Read more Evening Gold and Midnight Blue
Dear friend of my heart, It has mostly been euphoric the past few months. It seems, however, that things are… Read more old man winter
Dear friend of my heart, phlegmatically achromatic, neither a pinch, nor a slip, not even an off-beat ecstatic, this evening… Read more bamboozled bumfuzzled
Dear Friend of my Heart, It is the most beautiful feeling to hear from you. I am left helplessly smiling.… Read more helplessly smiling
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Ceaselessly Sinking In Aesthetic Art & Mediocre Metaphors
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
Within the well of silence , are thoughts that awaken the soul.....
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