[tabby title="Poet Bio"] So here's a metaphor, the dream is a rainbow and "making it" a pot of gold, As the sky reflects the ocean you tend to stare hard at its alternate existence, You search too hard for it...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I have heard enough of the breaking, Souls shattering, Hearts fracturing, Individuals surviving, Torn out bones clashing like stick boys fighting for a meal. I have had enough of the chanting, Weary individuals marching, Feet aching, The...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I plant seeds in minds to bear fruits, At times I harvest harboured feelings with weedy roots. It is said a thorn is a twig which resisted to produce fruit, The overly informed fool not wanting to...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Have you not heard? Those diligent to be intelligent will find better use for the internet. Have they not told you? For each day passes with clusters from different classes to bewitch your sentiments, Feelings betrayed, thoughts...