Preface
How oft we sense the beauty around us...
Life is an interlude
between two deaths...
My halo falls, and crashes down,
so am i now, a foolish clown...
Wicked cruelty abound
Friendship, love hard to find...
This isn’t a poem about renunciation. It isn’t...
for introverts on how to vanish from a room full...
Rancor
Friends do say...
Teeth Or Deed
Are they speaking...
Sometimes getting lost
Lets us find all the things that...
The stars hid beneath the cloudy skies,
Never shinning in their rays at day...
Why do you live in the past?
With a life that you regret...
march is like a fair maiden in a white sari
constantly asking me to take the first train home...
He held a gun to my head and I saw the humanity in...
so I forgave him as soon as he lowered the pistol...