Where the mind is gorged by repelling crowd-pleasing
Category: Poems and muses by me
On spur of moment, all the goddesses dissolved into her
And behold how life flows, When your dreams are still yours. Only yours.
The dead are silent but silence kills too.
It's the trust in dreams and aspirations of hearts that make a man.
I write on a quiet Monday noon And at numbness of still midnights,