In the shadows of his fire, a monstrous visage veiled,Beneath the facade of strength, a wounded heart impaled,For love, he ventured forth, crawling through thorns and pain,Yet, no one knew the agony, the burns, the tears like rain. Amidst the embers of his soul, blossomed flowers, fragile, sweet,Each bloom a testament to resilience, a story…
Category: my imaginations
I don’t want to be Sad
I don’t want to be sad, but it always finds the edge of my cover and pull it off, making me vulnerable. I hide every inch of my feelings from it, buried in secret, neither to be found nor to be discovered. Am I too rude to accept it or too weak to deny it?…
Whatever it takes
I’ve noticed some colors are missing from my sky,while this evening I went through the pages of my book,I believe that the sky is not seeing your smile since in a while,And this heart is far away but still craving for your eyes, for your look. How crazy it is when we dive-in for some…
Where is my Room
Where is my room, of plants and garden,Of etched walls with Victorian patterns,Paint of violet and tangerine, like it’s folding the sky to night,Some hopeful vase at the corner,dreaming to bloom with the scents of passerby,Curtains so close to windows,listening every bit of seasons’ change,while the chimes stops clinging at monsoon. Where is my room,…
Words in a Tea Cup 