Looking back at my old notes, I realised the intensity of spiritual feminism in my veins. A poem I framed 5 years ago. In the search of some questions I had this notion… That who makes so much of commotion? The one who is behind a tree? Or the one who condemned me to be […]
What is in your head? A tune of immortality, A thought of brutality What is in your head? A feeling of intimacy, A thought of a limitless sea An emotion of anger and fear Nothing is crystal clear. What’s in your head? A thought of diplomacy A view full of hypocrisy An urge of bestiality […]
~Routine is just another word of slavery and following the routine is an act of slavery of life~
A newspaper cutting seems alive only after a certain period of time. The yellowish page and the decaying quality of the paper seems so archaic in it self.
It’s not always about loving yourself Or to adore yourself It’s about knowing your existence, be it good or bad!!
A dream of loveA dream of passion Always ends up in desperation. A touch of you A feeling for you Always ends up in a mere satisfaction
It’s not about loving you, It’s not about feeling you It’s about knowing your existence with me.