In a landscape tattered with leaves fallen I am asked to leave them soon, to be forgotten. Those corpses lie rotten fertilizer for the...

A bird waddled to a ledge Looking at the soaring sky above, And fell off the edge Like an over optimistic dove. A man, who bore witness,...

As the orange tint turns azureus, As Winter's door hinge opens with none the curious. An aura encompasses the lads and lasses A cerulean...

Pitter Patter Pitter Patter These sounds are the longing of a mad hatter, Powerless are all to your scatter. Calmly driving the mighty to...

tw : violence, indian politics Arguing over who's blood is green and who's blood is saffron ignoring that everyone's blood is red....

Is there no sonnet in pain? I ponder as I laid On a bed made of thorns Rumored to provide the comfort of hay. I proclaim, life is...