Times have always stood the rust and lived forever…
I wish if only I could break the clock in the moment I found it. “wasted was every second from my first blink to my last..” I say to my self as I realize now what I was missing out on by spending the wealth of words for a cause that would eventually go in vain.
Where have those times gone when words mattered.
Every dramatic line, from the romantic trust to the vengeful betrayals,
Every poetic dream, now it all just seems shattered.
Lost are the sounds of musicals and those sonnets, ballads and the brave tales. Read More
Paths of people collide as you walk along life, a forest so dense.
What I see through my eyes is that there is no such thing as a coincidence.
The sun of the day and the water conspired against the moon,
They made a few clouds and kept them ready for June,
Upon it’s arrival they made it rain that night, and called this conspiracy “the monsoon”