Passion

A poetess with a pen in her hand weaving wordplay within her wonderland, she is holding her wand of...

The Storm
Thy delicate digits, exuberant petals attached to the blossom that is thee,
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Snow-kissed perfect petals of a ripe, red rose, amidst mid December’s cold chilly blows..as the poetess...

Cigarettes and Coffee
a poet's true muse
Far more inspiring than any guru
darkness or...

Upon dancing stars I sit, but yet wander,
The mind escapes from heavy sight,
Breeze, a...

Nationality is body;
Internationality is spirit.
With body and spirit we must move on;...

Do I really want understanding
Do I really want peace
Do I really want landing
on my...

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Yes! Yes! Yes ! Yeah!!! Oh! Baby! My blood goes down to my knees, in this summer breeze! One more love...

Oh! What am I I am I cried aloud I said I am I cried an innocent man Man am I Till the summer sun goes...

Mally blew his bagpipes like he had never done before as ‘Over the hills and far away’ could be heard from...

Oh... that sound I can feel it..
Running through my veins.
It resonates every part of me.....

Why do you have to go?
Why do you have to leave?
Can’t we just stand here cuddling,
...