Everything in your life is a reflection, a choice...
Kooshal Dhunnoo...
If I should open up my heart
and mind within these words...
Slowly, slowly
The sands of time...
Scratched walls resemble the ocean
once tainted by a monsoon...
Where you domiciliate primordial goddess
my heart cadences fragile and fallible...
Flecked across a scorched plain
in Death Valley...
One's soul can only
take so much...
Death has always fascinated me
Not knowing whats on the other side...
Numbers Numbers
Running through my mind...
Woods are born to burn
They like moth...
What if we won’t wake
for we are fugitives of...
Snowflakes are pouring in
and drought is pouring out...