Hello! I am a poet and writer. I write whatever comes in my mind.
Putting the ocean in a jar I dropped it in a vast desert Near the equator On the call of the moonlight On the fourteenth night of the moon
By Fly Alone4 months ago in Poets
His Master Declared Him Unfit to Be a Slave When He Learnt Alphabet
World - An Open Madhouse Multiple Madnesses I Chose Poetry
I was digging the earth No treasure was to be found Nor were the layers of the earth to be counted Neither had to check the color of each layer
There is no beauty in my eye That is in that beautiful lady For the full presence Of beauty Outside of my eye I can public
Form the world, the magic is gone Now resides in writing only The Only supernatural thing in nature is writing and words
There are countless categories of wrong and right And all contradict each other This is a great battle And it is never settled
In the world I have become a symbol of disgust People make fun of me They curse me Seeing me They run away They are right in their place
The tear of an eye is the script of all languages of the world It has nothing to do with the literacy rate Even the illiterate one can read it
Magical realism A Latin American invention, I know I can talk about this at length But the reality of magic I want to talk about
I asked her “How will you tell me that you love me without uttering a word to me that you love me?" She replied “I will make you a warm cup of tea.”
he came out in the rain and lost his homeland remained in chains only he knew that rain was the last rain of slavery