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Listen man, The fact that they did bad to you Is still not enough reason For you to not do … Continue reading You know
Collection of my poems. I write these poems freely; without giving attention to the standard rules and forms of poems. Like many, I am after all a novice. Poetry is a field as vast and as deep as human history itself. And to say that there is a single way to write poem is as untrue as saying the sun rises in the west. I hope to find my voice and my style. Something so unique that it leaves unmistakable footprints on the letters I pen. Until then, I shall write as I have written here – as freely as a an eagle sooaring in the autumn wind.
Listen man, The fact that they did bad to you Is still not enough reason For you to not do … Continue reading You know
Your parents’ dysfunction is your life’s greatest gift And is therefore not a dysfunction but a proper function Continue reading Dysfunction
I arrived early the day I was in no rush. Continue reading Arriving
Until death all defeat is psychological Continue reading Defeat?
There is nothing more beautiful than failing, And nothing more satisfactory than trying to not fail once again. Continue reading To not fail once again
Aim high As high as you can Not for the big reward at the end But for what you will … Continue reading Aim high
Little is known about this, But it is true. Writers can and often do Write happy lines. These lines, Are … Continue reading White lines
The same mind that wanted to stir a revolution yesterday, today, wants to sleep on the couch and do nothing … Continue reading Revolution
My brain, floating in a skull locked forever in pitch-dark wants to experience all that there is, and more worryingly, … Continue reading Puppeteer
Amidst the chaos of Reality Amidst the absurdity of Creation There is but one thing more valuable than All else. … Continue reading There is but one thing