Me, Myself & Poetry

All I’ve been yearning for is,To be like my old self again.But,Much less flawed than before.Although nothing in this world is perfect,It’s all that’s left to strive for.Because,Friends I don’t have,Alone I am,With a poem in my hands!I mean,What else should I be doing with my time in a world refusing to understand…How much it... Continue Reading →

When The Jungle Is Hungry

Writing's what I do. I'm used to filling up a room, With a silly rhythm you'd, Normally wouldn't hear often. Most say I'm off in a mind painting panoramic vibes, On a stage where real events are plotted. Like, Hoping you would smile as I admit my nonsense. Innocent? I'm not! This, Is just my... Continue Reading →

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