Love doesnβt make you a poet; it makes you poetry.
I am denied the usual path, usual phrase Carrying the same eyes in a cursed maze I thrive in deep; I suffocate in shores Laughter is not my medicine Sorrows are my whores Opaque mirror my esoteric words every silence is forgiven As long as the wisdom holds
Because beauty doesn't demand attention but commands it,
I want to see you naked No, not without your clothes but without your facade All the layers which you make me believe in
It's sad and sickening that a diseases & natural disaster is less discriminating, racist, egotistical and evil than humanity. at least their plight doesn't depends upon your religion, cast or the party you are associated with. they just get you and kill you.
Love is a fire without flames Souls burned no prints, no ashes remains For which is more hurtful losing your love Or courage to love again Therefore I fear love I fear it again
Yes, You are my hamartia And my muse I donβt have any ex; I am a lover of one The tragic picture of our youth
I don't practice writing I practice love, writing comes along
