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

Pockets full of Cosmos.

Those honey coated eyes were the “okay.” to every “okay?” I used to throw, when sheets used to haunt me In search of rhythm, to him I used to go. The one named after my favourite colour In his smile I used to see the rainbow, Every mountain was his own and every stream he… Continue reading Pockets full of Cosmos.

Poetry on my skin.

Proud on shallow connections, You thrive to earn, All this fake affection, Can’t be a good turn. You ask me to fly, But I don’t want wings, My aim is already high, I don’t need your things. Your energy revolves around the greed, My strength floats within trees. Stop suggesting me to read, I don’t… Continue reading Poetry on my skin.

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