Posts Tagged: Life.

Museless


This isn’t a phenomenon To be without Any wind, Or water, Or fire. It’s been a while Since I have been Museless, With none to write songs about, With none to move through my couplets, Just a blank space Filled

Museless


This isn’t a phenomenon To be without Any wind, Or water, Or fire. It’s been a while Since I have been Museless, With none to write songs about, With none to move through my couplets, Just a blank space Filled

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Finding Momentas


It was a moment of clarity. A moment where you understood the entire scheme of things going on around in the nearby of your thoughts. It tells you all about the big and the tiny details that you were thinking

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Finding Momentas


It was a moment of clarity. A moment where you understood the entire scheme of things going on around in the nearby of your thoughts. It tells you all about the big and the tiny details that you were thinking

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Bubble


I like the times when You pretend to be In the same floating Bubble as me. You raise your chin, And shine your eyes And don a soothing Filtered smile. I scan the bubble’s wall- It’s made of temporary films

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Bubble


I like the times when You pretend to be In the same floating Bubble as me. You raise your chin, And shine your eyes And don a soothing Filtered smile. I scan the bubble’s wall- It’s made of temporary films

Missing


Tonight I miss you Like all other days. Nothing special- Just plain, simple Missing- Like an equation Missing From an old book Of mathematics, Or like a note Missing From that song We often sang together. And I know that,

Missing


Tonight I miss you Like all other days. Nothing special- Just plain, simple Missing- Like an equation Missing From an old book Of mathematics, Or like a note Missing From that song We often sang together. And I know that,

Some Lame Things


On some lame things and life..

Some Lame Things


On some lame things and life..

The Accountant


It was the same dream. The same vague faces, the same cries and howls running amok, the same events unfolding like some natural routine and the same steel and iron gleaming with the arrogance of the same color, an insatiable red. It seems that some experiences of past never leave you, especially the ones you want to forget.

The Accountant


It was the same dream. The same vague faces, the same cries and howls running amok, the same events unfolding like some natural routine and the same steel and iron gleaming with the arrogance of the same color, an insatiable red. It seems that some experiences of past never leave you, especially the ones you want to forget.

Blue Beans and Beggar


Blue beans, And the lonely leaves Shiver in the wind; But the beggar won’t go away. A moment he stares At the beans on the billboard, And then at his amulet. He wants a coin, he says. So I toss

Blue Beans and Beggar


Blue beans, And the lonely leaves Shiver in the wind; But the beggar won’t go away. A moment he stares At the beans on the billboard, And then at his amulet. He wants a coin, he says. So I toss