Art is the deviation from ordinary.
God...

Time is the quantized
anamnesis of such an...

Why
don't we have patience...

To receive your own
beauty is to perceive the...

Butterflies hover
over gardens while gardens...

I could not believe they condemned me
I even can not believe...

To Meena Krish
You alway remind me of our friendship. and I love...

Is the blue lonely
while it is present everywhere...

I might have no future,
but I might have...

If the future wasn’t you
I would be forever imprisoned in me...

Unsightly world searching for unsightliness in...
to constantly conform herself...

Do not fight to prove
you are better, do it to...