If I were a painter, linguistics would be my palette, and poetry my favourite brush. If I were an artist, nature would be my muse, and music my companion, and I shall endeavour to depict life as I see it.
We quietly departed from twilight gazing at the stars overshooting the sky
with ease with space but unalike it was all recast with daylight
And it dawned on me, quite right
that I was latching onto th...
Rivers have known to make headways
for the adamant essence of weight Though hindrance habitually betrays
nought can cease the notion of change
One may query a sailor
with the laws of winds to obey
There was a time I felt a fool
For colloquy was never my tool
Was it really more than my due
Or was it perhaps always a rue
Time has brought me a friend in tune Who goes by the name of solitude
It is a voice in her head, all day
posing the questions that replay
Not why, but what makes it stay
if only one knew what to say
What is the longest distance of them all,
the being that recommences to...
Notwithstanding the morning sky
crystal clear and ever so bright Was it the sound of a million sighs
in that despairing grey matter of mine
Riddles, mischiefs, tales, and lies
Ironies are soaring high...
If lights can illuminate through chaotic chains
why can’t there be warmth under my face
Don't urge me to wear a smile that remains
or I shall shoot you, at a rather slow pace
You look at me secretly i...