They ask me, what is poetry?Is it just words on paper?Is it memories,written and then saved for later? Poetry is much more than we know.When words in your mind flow,but you can't say them.And so,poetry comes to help. Rhymes and rows...

I saw beauty In places others ignored Most of the times I ignored this But sometimes You know we have a desire to communicate I would go there and say Hi this is what I have got A pearl from the shore They would look puzzled Baby what...

There's a few things i never told anybody.Like how some nights I lied awake.Or the things I Tell myself for my sake. Words on paper oh so pale.Some shared,some not.And my hopes to live among a peaceful,starry veil. The things I...

  Somebody is always tryingto give me something.A gift wrapped in bitterness,a box full of lunacy,a package of somebody else'stroubled mindwith my name written on it.Sometimes they hand it to mewith a smile.Sometimes they throw it at me.Sometimes they call...