How easy is to
conceal our shames behind...
She noticed her face
was a mask amongst many...
Life is a case of watercolour,
caterpillars relinquishing being crawlers...
All her life searching
for real beauty seeing...
Infidelity sends a
Narcissist man to...
Who he lights the lamp of your smiles
occasionally...
Life ends where it begins.
Perfection is a zero in motion...
Carousels
in the carnival of your eyes...
just by living with a plant
doesn’t mean oxygen would...
Omnipresence is weaved
when the threads of time entwine...
& Whispers leech out of tight smiling mouths
as if it is a sin to be honest in this line of...
A virtual Pion,
it is a triumph of imperceptibility...