Sweet rain, Sour rain, Bitter rain, You came like the first rain in October falling quietly upon garden of words, leavin...

For Vincent You took one step forward and tell me you planted all the secrets deep in the soil   “van Gogh would’ve known,”...

It wasn’t Love at the first sight It surely wasn’t. For we left our drinks and fries to the cold summer night waiting for Ti...

I keep thinking of the short-haired girl Who fell out love with words Who spent her time asking “what are dreams made of?” Who...

My delusion angel, My fantasy parade, can you see with those brown eyes? The sun and the moon, down the silver sky Wanderi...