In the sky of my heart the crimson light is dancing in delirium. I peep in to watch this aurora presenting the amity of sky and light
The Soul's Anchor

Searching for the truth in the overthinking. A student of the human condition, no longer just tending the garden, but learning to sit with the thorn. My verses are an unpolished map of internal loops, quiet defiance, and the shadows we wake up to. I don't write to escap
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The viper found its way to fall hard for its prey. Mr. and Mrs. Silverbill sat on both her ears and squawked until they made her tear up. The spider...Read more
In the darkness of night In the room a beam of light Reaches towards the alive The next moment A curtain is used to veil that shine Now The darkn...Read more
Crime starts when the Mind betrays the Conscience, and it becomes the Greatest Sin, for the betrayal is for Nothing. But the conscience holds the Pow...Read more
In the woods, a dark, charismatic soul stood in an elegant pose. To steal every gaze, her inky hair and the silk tied below her waistline did a splen...Read more
I visited the Temple yesterday. When I entered and looked at the Deities' Divine Statues, I already was in Dismay. It seemed their Gaze was Somewher...Read more
Finally, you decided to pick me up. You know, how many times, I called you and failed just to tell you about my tale. Actually, I was clicked for a ...Read more
Mother! Your mournful tears Carry weight of their sins. The betrayal of your children Stabbed you.
The white nights count four The little moments of joy Awaken in dream
When the teeth betray your tongue, what does it feel like? When the oxygen doesn't reach your lungs, what does it feel like? When your mind doesn't ev...Read more
It's my stop now, and I open my eyes. The rain is falling, drop by drop. I step off the bus onto the wet road. The falling raindrops give me a heavenl...Read more
I called, whispered, cried, and chanted her name More than a hundred times. But she didn't even care, not even once, to ask mine.
TAPPING FINGERS Tapping fingers on the table to make the mind stable for a while. But there's no rhyme, and I don't know why, but I love to hear it ...Read more
A wire wrapped tightly to my spine, I lay on the bed, straight as a line. Because I couldn't move, as it gave me pain, and my mind told me to stand u...Read more
There are places I used to go, But now my heart aches with longing because of the memories those places hold. There are people I used to love and car...Read more