I wrote your memory,
to forget all the hurt.
Now you're the poetry,
thousands of lips love.

Your memories are like an injury, deep in my muscles. They cause a pain which lingers throughout the day. But … Read More


"my open eyes hold storms, you can't see with your closed heart."

I do not crave attention; rather, I want to remain invisible, be anonymous. And that’s because, it’s so easy to … Read More