It’s not about the time of the day; it’s about you. The darkness doesn’t just lie within the materialistic world;…
A bird in the cage, Watching the sky in a daze, Gone were the days, When she enjoyed her solitude in a haze. …
Shivers and chills down your spine, Runnin' along the bones that have grown The bones, they feel that ache through…
Our souls keep wandering from one place to the next in search of a place to call home. But how…
Ode to Mother My life was too perfect;I never needed to complainbut now it's a rainy mid-nightand I am imposed…
Tasting beauty, a girl. eyes getting completely blinded as stage lights fall on her face- an angel, a curated diamond.…
I first fell in love with poetry on a lonely afternoon in my college library. I remember finding an annotated…