MY MUSE!!! WHERE HAVE YOU GONE!!!

Poetry is more than just a release of emotions.In fact I find no words to define it. For me Poetry is a woman, a mistress, a lover, a close friend, a piece of me.

Empty yourself first so that Poetry can fill you up

Whether you like or not, you have to swallow me.

I may hate my creation not because of people's remarks but only when my heart starts supporting them.

I was a poet before you came, and I will remain a poet after you're gone too.

In this war I seek for a purpose unknown to mankind.
In the war I search for what has been lost over time, through the years.
In this war, I hunt not my enemy but for the one that has been burried underneath..., I seek myself

H.O.P.E{HOLD ON PAIN ENDS!}...<3

Challenges, difficulties and trials, I don't worry them much as they are not permanent. They come and they go just like the PEOPLE we meet on the streets....

A wise man sees things that a normal man don't see and he has the skills to know when to hold on and to let go...