I am here
pink rose in presents...

I watched how my faith faded right in front of me.
So, I turned loquacious...

I dream of you
in jazz...

I emerge from you...
just longing to be submerged.................I...

Unleashing all my apathies
In the hands of this armchair...

Don John: " Only poets beside warriors get the...

Dawn to dawn
in the shrine of loneliness...

Haikus
are butterflies of the life's flows...

Two round mirrors with two focal glow
make an oval...

The Scream (1893) by Edvard Munch
He noticed nobody listens...

_Why when we are looking for everything
we end up with nothing...

The consumer is consumed
as consumption consummates...