as we remember now so many things could’ve been said the mind wrecking part trying not to regret.. I reach out you your face taunting dreams my heart has fainted yet my head still screams once i was a fire then your door closed just being smoke raw and exposed everything back at me my skin is fading hours ticking by the music still playing
For a messenger of lies I lay down the script. A kick starts the game. I am the only visitor to the gallery. Kamasutra suicide displayed was a way of expression of a revolt against honour killing of your own
Sound Many sounds Living sounds A world is built with sounds Who is speaking? There are emotions Is madness an emotion? The question A common noise Out of the endless loop of noise a sound emerges Can you hear it?
Poetry is the heat, a part of my flame, it keeps me cool, envelopes in a frame. Am I sentimental, idle and worthless guy? Feeling keeps me human, passions let me fly. A force compels me to etch on papers