Why impelling feeling with talks,
bottling up something ethereal...

Words are for when we disregard silence.
Writing is the tendency of the forgotten poetry to...

If you are rock hard
you break down until you are...

The meal now is cooked Bob.
From now on, the fire would only ruin your meal...

They all are impatient to unleash their canine...
They are burning to bite, devour...

Am I a gem wrapped in cotton balls,
or a worm, inside the flesh of an apple...

The furthest from you
is a place nearest to you...

I saw a feather
waltzing fairly with the wind...

The madness of falling in love
whole heartedly without any taint of hesitation...

Could whenever you are ready
give me a hug...

The whole world
gravitates...

The yoyo was fetching
with the pupil of my eyes...