There is this thing It frightens me and Scary at the same time, They are tiny voices Very small but weirdly

Henceforth.. Take a look at the leaves Leaving their mother For the first time For a new experience,

It will never go or give up, It is a wanted resident Making its way to a

The journey yet so far I have walked the walk covered in a grimy sun dust Beaten by avalanche of rain But the journey yet seems soothing…

I have walked with people Who are well pamperd And well spoken enough to be Their own god.

The famous cheats will had once em… The prostitutes will freely sleep… acknowledge poetry. The power of poetry is an unoffici… It can be used by a sweet talker,

Nature is A beautiful And most Hated luxury But you

All beautiful things are made at n… the moon summons the stars to play… Jazz sounds better when it is play… The ocean streams louder and majes… At night fire burns proudly and vi…

The delights of autumn, the cats shivering and the birds as silence as a morning morgue, th… that blows you backward and coldne… that knit deep into your dry skin,

I breath through Sheets of everlasting words.

They don’t Surprise me They live in a Different world Different city

You can’t get Enough Of words Or enough Of context

This could Be Magic Only if You