We are stars, Blinking distantly, In constellations, Staring at each other, With our stories, Waiting to be discovered, By someone, Who...

The balcony door is shut tight, The windows duly closed, Curtains drawn to keep away the light, The night clearly imposed. For why then I...

I can craft poetries in the middle of the night, While I stare at the star’s light, Which is burning some light years away, Dying every...

With his rare mood, It’s all fair, He dares me, For a rhyme scare. His sharp jaw, Sharper than his stare, Inspires me, To sell grapes...

“Aren’t you a little birdie, Trifling and poetic, You think the skies are, Magnificent and aesthetic;” The sky laughs and says, “Ain’t...

Leaving the tunes ominous, And people worth forgetting and bygone, Looking ahead with a vision new, With something cheerful to address....