I read a lot of Bukwoski Drunk And spitting words on Paper, And a little of Oliver
As i have reached the town, The town which i thought never exi… The town; where two blocks are dro… The town; where more stoned-houses… And astonish sights of lands, lake…
Is life meant to be? Is love meant to stick? Is death meant kill? What chapter do you call this? In this chapter, I have wept for…
I walk Through This pattern Because This is
It is just Another day But with different Fish back to The same old sea.
When Pavarotti plays On a timeless streak And emotions flares To caress lips and Tongues swimming
poetry in my bones, just a little plenty in my bones, it burns and burns even when i try cleanse away creativity in my bones, i have love for other things;
The Only Normal Thing On
I have convert this hobby to a job Because a job for me is joy and si… No standing whilst thinking and wr… I should be payed by you but I ca… But see that you have no job but s…
Nature is A beautiful And most Hated luxury But you
There are two art of wisdom; we ea… One seem like a sting of success,… Is filled with the sponge, soap an… Wisdom by losing is a cup crafted… To drink, shower and weep in it; i…
I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer
The chances Of me Acquiring Success Is the same
There is this thing It frightens me and Scary at the same time, They are tiny voices Very small but weirdly
The moon should be Cautious of us Because one day we will Be looking Down to her And She shall pledge to us