Art

From silent poetry to screaming voice of art I have met people, creative from the heart. They tried to teach structure and rhythm but who they are to decide what we are? I have seen pioneers of colours and words – the weapons which give scars and help the world win wars. From Van Gogh… Continue reading Art

Caged

I was devastated when he asked me to leave, A proclamation, really hard to believe. After giving me the sky, he cut off my wings, I never thought, things would be, just things. Not that I am afraid of being alone, But can’t believe a heart can be, just stone. Of course we were different,… Continue reading Caged

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