Dear Friend of my Heart, Rhythm and melody are not exclusive. At the moment I come from a feeling that… Read more Dream, Rhythm, and Melody

Dear Friend of my Heart, Rhythm and melody are not exclusive. At the moment I come from a feeling that… Read more Dream, Rhythm, and Melody
two leaves… only two leaves… two leaves! More than two leaves… three leaves… not that many leaves… less than four… Read more counting leaves
It does seem a little too demanding to fathom what distances you had traversed to reach those secret vibrations that… Read more Reading; Ocean and Moon
The door must not be left hanging on those stubborn hinges, it was too predictable… it was like the promise… Read more Amazement
“…feels like I am frozen”, said an angsty writer to a hypothetical group of people he had been imagining for… Read more The Writer’s Clock
The evening was visibly pregnant with another night when a dear friend decided to never use her front door again,… Read more Change
A certain somebody, with a glint in those eyes Stares down at my sullen face from above With a pitiful… Read more Apperception
This fixation with this body and this identity might give me (as an embodied located self) systemic answers as to… Read more The “Soul” of a Disenchanted Consumer of Education
It is as if he does not really belong here, as if he is a ghost who has somehow been… Read more His Being Anachronistic
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Bird Silent
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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