Starved Soul

it was like a pig in trash wearing ashes of a cigarette with the smell of urine; insects eating the ash because there’s no skin. it was starvation till bones and until, eating bowls were under the eyes. there were no words or stars, it Read More …

Lost in transition

It wasn’t a promenade Of the collage of memories, Which is about to fade In the alley of reality. Can’t you feel its osculation? Long before in the depth of woods; Amidst the ooze of your fascination; Pliable as the skin of yours. Betwixt the Read More …