On and on forever
the perfection lost...

Surviving the day
the new blossom is ought to...

Throat of an Hourglass
Such inverse efficacy...

Life is a case of watercolour,
caterpillars relinquishing being crawlers...

Plagiarism
is the vice of those...

_To those who have a soul_
The shrine of loneliness musing...

No gender, no male and female.
You’re dissolving in me and I in you...

Life is a portrait
that we draw of ourselves while...

Waltzing
we poured...

In mercantile lives
love is the most bankrupting...

They all celebrate the sacrificial offering of...
The ceremony of the gore...

It is so startling
how precise...