Whiskey Bar

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 …

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.

Riding to Neverland

Spellbound I am riding west Through a deserted valleyTo a madding crowd of dreams.Couldn’t stop and stare,The dissolving shadows of wuthering pastYet those candid flashback follows me.I was told for hopes and lifeA neverland I am gonna find.

Arson to Burn All Your Sins

Since the beginning staring at the flame, I m the arsonist to blame. Triggered by an evil desire, that’s the home we built together Abandoned by all the seasons, I will be interrogated for many reasons. Since the day you refrain for a kiss, you divulged what I am gonna miss. A change of heart ablaze …

The Clock

You tricked me with fantasy left behind by the time A clock from my wall is now smile in a estate of thrones.

Cigarette in Your Lips

Cling to your tiny lips, That cigarette must feel happy burning between your fingers, You know you should wear some lipsticks To stamp an epitaph red. You smell something like lavender, Its like whisper when you utter any words, Your smiles sounds like river, And you melt the conversation by your warmth. That evening, My …

Random Dawn Along With A Bright Sunshine

Silently rise my cold sun Ann an unfinished yawn upon the sunshine Who hanged that ocean in my sky? branches of clouds are mellow, other just unripe.

A Fragile Dream

I carry a fragile dream But I handle with utmost care In a century long revolution, Sometimes I became the tired soldier, Than that dream inspire me. In a thousands of sleepless night That dream accompany me. A dream I cling into Is a tool to cope up with reality.  

The Mirror Man

The man in the mirror A stranger with a scary  face. A smile leaked through his dark burned lips It smells like nicotine. He asks silly questions He cry He smile He node He advice But he never show himself without me He supposed to be my reflection But just a stranger wearing my face. …