The mind is a mirror of reflections,Yet, it cannot react, just observing,Throughout its life, it collects dust,Slowly, the reflection gets foggy,It no longer shows us the truth,One who keeps the mirror clean,Can see the truth clearly,But, there exists one,Who knows there is no mirror,Asks, how it can get dusty at all,He who knew this,Can see […]

Too often we assume things without giving a second thought. Assumption itself is not a problem unless it causes a wrong decision to be made.

There is a sin deep within. A soul that is drowned in the mind of one who seeks redemption, hoping to find a way back home.

A poem about the afterlife and the memories of the loved ones left by. As someone once said, we do life as long as someone remember us by.

Do we fear death that much? Have we ever looked from the perspective of the eyes of the death? Here death sings about the life it desires and the loss of doing the job.

A poem about love and life that is spent. But, there is always hope and it can be kindled as easy as the rain kisses the dirt.

At first, she might frighten you. But if you can see past the veil of judgment, she is just a mother looking for her lost children’s souls. What if someone willingly gives up the soul so she can rest forever?

There is a life, there is a death,We dance between the might,For the hopes so high enough,Those darkest deeds of the past,Strangles me like strings among,Between the lights of life,And the death’s charred grips,I ramble my mind in pale drips,There must be a way leading,A path where I could step, leaving,An eternal spiral of lives […]

There once I remembered a smile of one,Divine above the measures in her eyes,Cosmic darkness flew through her long hair,Time transcended without a word spoken,When facing such magnificent beauty,Can there be a word, expressing enough,That could break my silence of impurity,To spark quite efforts to kill the moment,Of soundless sound where souls meet,A gift of […]

Towards an end, there lies a pathWhere you and I go hanging outDay or night, Sun or mist, no matterOur hands were strong, for each otherOn the brightest day, I could see your faceEven in rain, in loud thunderstormsI could hear your whispers all alongIt is the moment, I hold dear to theeNever spoken about […]