I've scraped mountains
to bare witness of my...
I was never yours keep
The wind is not something you can own...
In the back of my mind
It's hard to find...
I battle love and all its woes as did the son of...
Heracles lend me your strength and visions of...
My black pen
It's got me through rough times...
today clouds shimmered
a diamond encrusted...
sheep jumping a gate
will surely deliver sleep...
Why do I write this verse,
To release my overwhelming, pent up emotions...
Oh God!!!
I was stuck right in the dark...
And I imagine them swinging their unblemished...
Knocking their delicate heels against the surface...
Of the first of my eight lives
I do not miss...
May be I'm a torrent
Some sort of stream...