Expressions

  Hey there You have the guts  To talk, speak, write  About us? Yes, dear We hail from failed  Marriages, bankruptcy, We are physically impa...

I am in a prison it looks like a garden -- Artificial intelligence Natural foolishness Both lack consciousness -- 'I know I'll ...

Everyone has the key I am locked Everyone's path is free Mine is blocked. I am in my prison Of self punishing thought  With my logic, my...

In a day and age where time and space have gone beyond grace where peaceful night, refreshing dawn are but oxymoron I make an oath with you ...

We point carefully at the other man. The neighbour. The stranger. The faceless crowd. The house is called Earth. Invisible hands have colour...

  It looks like that Moon in the water images in a paper reflected face shattered in a mirror; the face intact, unaffected. The world...

an inane sinner sits in sallow silence, sheltered by self-spun shadows, may or may not sanctify as a saint softly, a sinister stimulus se...

We repeat the same quarrel every time, every single time a skirmish, a crime! Have you noticed a couple quarreling? The content is the same,...

                         The Bird and the Burden Time is a bird its wings flow with the winds memories are grounded they go against them, d...

Everybody’s got a sin, Knows just where to bin, Still keeps it tucked within, Oh, everybody’s sin… Everybody hides a grief, Holds on to t...

  I have no reason to come to you, none. Still, like waves rush to the shore, for plane fun I find myself moving towards you— a magi...

  With a mirror I have two faces I take the mirror away the face, uneffaced if I turn to me in a group of ten I count nine unless ...

  Hypnotized world, a mirror within a mirror. I clean the surface— but the face beneath stays opaque. Hope is a paradox— the purity...

There is ambition in the hearts of humans, a burning yearning to possess this and that, a house, a car, a job, a family but the world is yet...

I pray to God so she gives me those magic lines that can stop all wars for good lines that could eradicate plastic poverty with the endless ...

The Flute At twilight, your tune returns slipping through the dusk like breath on glass. I taste the juice from your fruit, sweet, but never...

Unkindness is a gift no one wants to receive, yet many are eager to give. Being unkind teaches nothing; through unkindness, we harm, we...

What slowly eases habits of being around— they suffocate us and intoxicate us all at once, like smoke that lingers long after the fire is go...

the mountain holds its silence, just as it held not as a threat but as a question you move upward, each step leaving behind the weight y...

I chased the gold, the shining gleam, Through broken days and half-lost dreams. My hands were glued to fleeting things, Blind to what true g...