The Prism of Beauty

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

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.

Drowning in Glory

Come Join me My Love Let's fly with our wings of ecstasy  Let's lie down wrapped in the solace of each other Let's swim in the sea of passion flowing from our eyes Let's feel the bare fabric of our skin stitched with threads of pain and scars Lets stroll the Labrynth of our minds... Continue Reading →

Your Savage Love

Abusive relationships are our society's truth. The feeling of drowning in love with no one; not even your partner available to drag you back is suffocating to the extent of death seeming an easier option. A poetry written from the context of such a troubled mind

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