(2012)
When the facts are masked, And facades highlighted and praise… When something is destroyed unwitt… And someone innocent killed for wh… A truth is killed forever,
Seduced by the sheen of the silks… Enticed by the sweetness of the fr… I stripped the nymph off her silks… And left her bare to the bone, I scraped the juicy flesh off the…
Intrigued by the faces and their f… Inspired by the colours and their… Inscribed sketches of them on the… Inline to the outlines of the colo… Inked and imbued the inlines, in h…
Covered in a skin colour of own, Of a distinct shade and tone, A single thread of a long social f… The tassel which can not be weaved… I’m a unique tribe of my own,
Wading through the crowded place, In search of a permanent place, Forever presence in an empty space… A place in the mist of estranged g… Deep down in the heart of deceptiv…
Haggard and tired, at the end of t… I returned home and opened the doo… To exit from the outside world, And enter the four walls of my roo… When I turn around to exit from m…
Let your lungs breath, Let them breath the air, Let them breath life, and never le… Let them breath to let your heart… Let them breath to never let your…
Strolling alone, along the desolat… After a stormy night, when the hel… The thunders left their tell tale… When I saw a moth wiggling in the… Her colorful wings now lost to the…
You are just the focus, but not my… Like the objects that I see, but… My love is mine, which lives deep…
Broke the doors of glass that are… When I lost the keys made of meta… Left broken and lost, Behind the closed doors of metal, And all I have now are the keys m…
Give me your soul, Neither your body nor your heart, The heart is a body part, That vanishes when the soul depart… Your soul the only eternal part,
Walked into an art gallery on proc… Displayed around are the arts of s… Of the artillery behind the art of… I stood starring at the artistic c… I heard a voice mutter, “What a p…
The weight of an anchor on the dec… The pain of baggage in the core of… Whether to carry or let go off the… I remained indecisive, no matter h… If I let go off the anchor,
As I age, Some say its just a number, Other say, its a change, As I age, The picture would crease,
There are places I haven’t been, Many faces I haven’t seen, The smells I haven’t tasted, And the waters I haven’t tested, The sounds I haven’t heard,