An Axe A Day
It hurts when you are forced to be a victim! It hurts... Yes it does..
Budding Poets
Where Words Find Their Wings
All In You
I had always feared, hesitated Before me to infinity
Touch Me Again
Touch me again With your touch warm.
Untamed Emotions
I can never explain, When people read my poems, asking me if I was hurt,
Worthless Silver
Lonely. With little riches,
The Toughest Mission
The time had come to leave the shell For two decades and more,
Sunday Sin
Her name is Joy and her walk is coy. She is the smile of gloomy Sunday morns
Dark Whispers
Dark whispers Feel the storm rise
The Summon
The unfailing eventide fell So like the olden days
A Candle.
By the window, I have lit a candle.
Evening Kiss
Hold me close, Closer than the horizon touches the sun.
What If
I'm here today Suffering,