There was this wind. There is this storm. There was this freedom. There is this norm. There was this story. There is this blank. There was this ladder. There is this tank. There was this bridge. There is this wall.
It was the first story that he had written. And he had written it all by himself. Even though he was just ten years old, he had written such a thoughtful tale. He read it to himself. It was sheer
No you are not just a moron! Or a pathetic toothless tube light. Or a self-buttering bald professor Of a place full of dynamites. And of course you are not so dumb As to confuse a smile for a kiss.
Take away the auburn coffee I am on, In a moment there and gone! Then let the tray of sugar cubes disappear Before the tray, the cubes one by one. And then smoke out the round table between. But before
How I fear being alone- Left to myself, Bottled in my own body With no one, but just some unseen fear Smiling at me vaguely. And I keep staring Into the empty space Like a hollow man. It bothers me
You are walking on a tightrope. Living slowly and unconsciously in a dream, To wake up with the nostalgia of death, Which isn’t that very far! Cause if you look, you are almost there. On the brink to wilt and fall. Just
# The Forgotten Name of Love- 1 The rules of the game assumed that it is nothing less than chess. Right moves at right times is all that is needed. And to do that you need a sound judgment and