Part (II)

She once thought wishing on a star was truth, but it’s just a fairy tale,                                                                                                                                                              too foolish to keep expectation, part of flesh resting in rib cage easily frails.                                                                                                                                                         Storm of memories, flooding thoughts with no dead end, no escape,                                                                                                                                                      don’t let them draw; don’t let them mould, I deny to be the way they… Read More Part (II)

Dark End

There’s just another door, I knock on it everyday, yet I hear nothing what it wants to say, Does it warns me of the fear, something that might break me on the way, My heart’s already shattered, broken bones with flesh ripped off, Within a bunch of nasty people, can’t reveal the pain but just… Read More Dark End

Blind Truth

For they think I tell a tale, no sire! my words hide, hidden meaning, For everyone’s playing mind games, then whom are you believing. For if life was just a fantasy, probably we would have lived it better, For maybe things we think don’t matter, would have mattered, For we simply believe, wish gets granted… Read More Blind Truth

Young Love (1)

Hear her cry in the darkness of night, for yet, moon’s not ashamed to give her light, Wet cover reveals her tale every morning, She remains wide awake, though all snoring. Doors remain shut, window’s wearing silk garments, four walls hiding her away with candle its ornament, but though in silence one day she heard… Read More Young Love (1)