Sometimes, in the getaway of how
You've become a hero...

I apologise to the God of poetry
that I wasn’t writhing for the right reasons all...

O green goddess ,
who're dancing and ogling on the stage of wind...

They grieve their loved ones
to death then are the loudest...

The guardhouse of loneliness—
where the truth of oneself unfolds...

Truth is relative.
Trust is cosmetic...

He knew then in his heart he was a warrior
when there was nothing left in him...

Tonight I shall wake up
from the nightmare of this life...

When we kiss
we are the free agents...

Words are for when we disregard silence.
Writing is the tendency of the forgotten poetry to...

Just like tomorrow,
horizon keeps distance by...

I have seen THE horror
of where the truth...