Life in Poetry, Prose and Pictures

  • What Art Means to Me

    Before I proceed to say anything about art, I must make it known at the very beginning of this monologue, that I am far from being an artist. I just draw and paint, mostly when I run short of words to express how I feel about a particular scenario or a situation that life brings…

  • The Truth in Our Stories

    Ashamed I was, In your cruel absence, As the long and dreary distance, Stretched between us. The dark nights that echoed, The growling voice that bellowed, The eerie chants that followed, And knocked on my deaf ears. For I was the clown in despair, Painted face, disheveled hair, I dared not utter a word of…

  • The Last One For You

    This is the last one for you, Before I change the hue, Of the dark and lonely corners, To bright outbursts of all colours beautiful! But not before I refuse to deny, What I owe you for tonight. For tonight, I’ll let my curious heart, Wander alone in the streets of love, I’ll set it…

  • Sleepy Buds and Dreamy Blooms

    She sleeps eternally, Like the buds in her garden. They refuse to wake up to the morning light. For in the spell of the night, They can be unfaithful to you. The real world suffocates them, But there are things that heal. And they put them back to sleep. But when the other world opens…

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