They did this to you, for just one good thing.
If my fantasies can’t be true, then they can’t be crumpled by you either. They are what they are and they grace me with their existence.
Vague evidence (Epigram #7)
Your ashes will be the vague evidence of your existence.
Larks of novelty
When you’ll try to be different from the crowd, the crowd will prove you a lunatic patient…
The light of your soul…
A poem dedicated to all the wise souls who have always inspired me. The sun’s light may dwindle someday but your won’t, I know. HAPPY TEACHERS’ DAY
I’ve walked aside a wall
All paintings I’ve seen have had my fingerprints. Some swallowed it and some called it the art.