Expressions

reflection is scared of light... if the pencil dies, it will expire with it if the stream bides, the specter will lose the credit ...

Death has come at last. I am on my bed going back and back turning the pages, trying to search for the space where feelings fe...

From the mountain top you were showing us your tricks. The world is tied with a wire from one end to the distant other, connec...

Ten million ways ― you lead the dazzling fate. Engaging the glamorous feeling overshadowing failing white policies. What m...

A tonsured garden, a deforested place; in the desert, an oasis still tolerates the sun heat is reining in every life, there is no sp...

When the child beside her mom was licking a vanilla ice-cream, I didn't know where it came from but I found my poem and my the...

Lines of silver light falling from the moon as poems, piercing the darkness of the world. Words are diving into the non-st...

A vulture, an eagle flies high, very high but their eyes hang down and lie on corpses, cadavers, insects, they come into th...

Stories are imaginations from facts, facts derived from stories. The link never dies. Form of life lies in facts and fictions ...

Poor power Power is poor when you want importance, prominence by highlighting your visible possessions, positions, your focus ...