[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Hurt by the hands of opportunity Skeptical about ever holding hands again Betrayed to always think that the end scene might be different But it's always the same It could all change But the grey paint mixed...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Life is living not just existing. Divine connection between soul, mind... beautiful eccentricity. Content without one's own passion? Undoubtedly pitiable. Disjointed from exuberant insanity, breathless whimsicality. Lose yourself in- oozing passion. Emerge from the other side ever...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] As small as a little star over the galaxy, It got obsessed about itself, It had a blurry mind hence oppressed, It blushed after being overdressed, With the favour of being extraordinary little, Always high tempered when...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] of the most peculiar things it is the bell that rings calling people in to see the show as the actors tread the boards and the soprano sings and the doors are closed so if you’re late...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] The anguish of my soul The consequences of my actions There's no reprieve in sight Neither is there light at the end of the tunnel I claim to see hope, but does hope see me I long...