My resurrection is bounded with sensitivityMy heart is a slow hymnIt echoes its purity, in traces of her graceOf the compensation of my destinies.My l..
Let me hide the truthinside the depth of language,Inside the orphanage vitality of my poetryLet beauty be nullified by sensesThere is no beauty in lov..
The clock ticks, People changeeven the ones dearly lovedThey are nothing, like AnniversariesOf being alone, being by ourselves.Morning floods my sense..
Under the blaze of love lanternwhere I hued my metaphorsWith concepts primed for infinite comprehensionlies the quantum purity of these shallow verses..
The droplets of chilledamethyst dreams down thegossamer divide betweenlife in a waking dream.As dawn creeps into the pastjealous clutches of reverieam..
Those were the last poemswhere a life was lost,never to return againwhere a heart was drowned,in eternal ambiguity.To fall into infinite silenceThe pa..
My beloved is a sacred birdHer essence is a fragment of goldWith laughter rinsing in her wordsAnd darting goodness for the world.She has compassionate..
Are we seprated by our philoshpy?On wisdom that we thriveWere we so frail to accept uslike the crystal ice.Why do you need to wearthose limped diamond..