Her Kind of Man


Reach to You

I will find my way to reach you. In beneath a summer moon I learnt to crawl from a wuthering storm I learnt to fly and by an unleashed demon, now I know How to run like a wind. I can stand against the world because I never let my shangrila weep.

Unconscious Mumble


tortured_soul_by_rhcp24-d8obu1lMy voice
compressed by the echoes
of your forbidden song.
I rolled my eyes
illusions are complex
as blunders can be forgiven
yes, mercy falls in my cup
visions cheats.

My body
an appearance of diluted sketch
torn into three pieces
a dull, cold, pessimist winter
A smile buried beneath the summer
A weeping spring in judas cradle
we are all unkind.

Image Source: Deviantart

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The vision of Love


night blooming jasmine
your petals are thorny
mysterious yet obvious
my visions are melancholic
as your touch are allergic.

In love
undress the ancient beauty
I feel warmth in her breast.
her nails are sharp and wild
yet she is so kind.

the smells and memories dwell
few smile and more tears
in a winter bath tub
love touch us to remind
we are all alive.

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Words and Rhymes



I’ve slept on the edge of time,
like I was about to step off
a ledge in my mind,
a pledge being made to write rhymes,
till death or there’s nothing left to find,
you can see me,
I am doing fine
yet there’s something I always hide
a melancholy in a specific time
you will find me here serving for my crime
In a box for wasting rhymes,
detox as I erase man kind,
breathe top air cos man can’t stop there,
Let’s drop fair use,
as we abuse freedom begging a God
cos we need him?
we rely on words to rhyme
a shift of paradigm swift every line
invincible with words and lies
somehow we learned how to undone a crime.

(first collaboration with Darren Bennett )

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For what a recluse writing for

A recluse, probably bound to be. With all the efforts and time declared as lifeless and numb. Raging and screaming but voice were unheard Scripting, rhyming and styling the writing Its a state of unconscious gamble for light Or just to deliver the message to her who were always unkind Dusty sight is causing moist … Continue reading For what a recluse writing for

Infinite Revolt

First I rise For a piece of heaven I crawl. Than I fall again the old me start to remorse. I am an outcome of this infinite revolt Every day I rise, everyday I fall.

Profound Beauty

If you are not beautiful people never notice you You hardly receive invitation, You stand on the corner of those photographs, may be you don’t appear For you there’s a thousand of commercials, products “how to become beautiful to grab attention” because they knew you are unknown They won’t cast you even if you can … Continue reading Profound Beauty