It hit me like pins, and I quickly scanned around, But nobody looked or behaved strangely; Again just me, feeling this thing. I cannot contain this longing, Even the dead can hear my heart Read More
It hit me like pins, and I quickly scanned around, But nobody looked or behaved strangely; Again just me, feeling this thing. I cannot contain this longing, Even the dead can hear my heart Read More
Portraying in true light, the grandeur of your matchless beauty Is a quest that tends to the impossible But, if valour be the worthy trait of word-knighthood Then, the frail shadow of the seeming impossible Read More
Stuttering words, they fade away dying like a flame gone cold; Nothing much is left to say but this need that’s born of old, old as the skies up above. Now! Now! the fervent plea Read More