Where have my dreams gone to?
I know that in a wake, I left them with my sleep...

Sometimes,
I chain my thoughts and lock my vision...

I miss you my love
I miss you so much...

To all of those who are so rich in heart and mind,
a word of gold is free to give to those in need...

Short of hopes, a log swims;
Afloat...

It hurts.
The wind came some days ago. The rain came after...

On a tempestuous day, a girl with brownish hair
spoke to her dearest nature friend...

May be I'm a torrent
Some sort of stream...

It seems the oceans where I swim
have opened up to me...

never again will i feel this pain
I said...

In this 32 degree fahrenheit
alley of life...

And to think that I used to write everyday,
And now, I just write every other time...