I had a dream that my lungs filled with toxic waste called air. Each inhale becoming at last, an exhale. An inhale, becoming my last exhale.
Month: March 2019
Time Wasted
I'm running out of time, with another day wasted, fully aware, that this has all been one big flop. I just didn't know how to get to you. And, my biggest regret? I will never know what it was like, to kiss those lips.
The Circle
Stubbornness and individuality get the better of me
The Metamorphosis
Opening his mouth, letting his words pour out, he went from extraordinary, to extra ordinary.
Work in Progress
We are all works in progress
Come Home
When are you coming back? I miss you - things are lonely here without you.
The Clock Will Run Out
Every beginning has its ending.
A Story of Us
Do you know that you have the most engaging smile?
Pure Poetry
Songs without music, is pure poetry. Listen, can't you hear the music I’m making?
The Calling
Without words,there’d be no songs.
The Mortgage
He mortgaged his soul to the Devil, to get nothing in return, but the realisation, he was nothing more, but Extra Ordinary
Talk To Me
With all those letters, and with all those words, I didn’t even know how write out your name.
