The Prism of Beauty

Just random thoughts on what exactly does Beauty as a concept compose of

The Inner Voice

Countless nights of soft rumblings With my head deep into the fabric of my satin pillow Has made me question my own sanity For it is not he who suffers the laments and moans of my aching heart  I look around and I find solitude I realise the change must start from me A new... Continue Reading →

The Changing Seasons

This poetry is a little out of place when it comes to traditional rhyming technique.. I was unable to give the words a perfect feel and therefore I decided to try this nonrhyme poetry style. Fortunately, it has turned out decent.

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