I set my gaze upon the lake reflecting the sunlight; a gentle breeze flew by taking the tears from my moist eyes. That was the moment I realised I cried And I don’t want to know why.
At my desk on the edge of twilight, I searched for words to write for you. Something resplendent like they were forged in dying stars, warping our realities, those words. Where have they gone? Nevertheless, I grasp a few, piece them together for you; my thoughts, my love and my time, my love. Under the … Continue reading Hidden love.
You tell me I don’t see it But trust me when I tell you, I see light in everyone; each in their own wavelength. The world is brimming with brightness and hope, sometimes a little too much. You’re so blinded by the lights that you need a little darkness to dim your sight; to see … Continue reading Light.
Art is the language of the unspoken; art is the path to the lost; art is shelter to the homeless and wandering; art, is the voice to the mute. Art is what you think, art is what you can imagine, art is what you see, art is what you make and destroy. In every ticking … Continue reading
Whenever I have something in mind, I take a paper and either write about it or draw a picture. If I was a painter, I'd paint, if I was a sculptor, I'd make an idol or a statue. It's a way of giving my thoughts a shape and meaning. It's not necessary that expression is … Continue reading Visualization
Every cry a Melody Every sadness, a symphony Happiness, melancholy And smiles hide tragedies
I see A voice behind your voice Words beneath your words Waiting to be heard Wanting to be freed