With eyes floating towards oblivion, With beard uncut but sharp With a modest shoe size, marching arms, Today is true but what’s in his past? When Mr. sees something remotely to his past; Does he give his past again a head start? Does he connect the dots, compares smiles with how she used to […]
With your colors, make your own portrait.
Fingers know the keyboard, not the feelings, A reader reads the content for his healing, A writer writes what he can’t say, Maybe he can but words can be edited as he may. Poems are many, many topics are yet to be heard, Words are written to get pronounced and liked by us, Every […]