Posted on December 4, 2019
Remembering those barefoot Summer nights,I’d sip the day away in delight.Bitter as a mosquito biteand sweet as the present,nothing beats chillin’ and sippin’ on a sunset.
Posted on December 3, 2019
There’s a place where the river can be mistaken for a field.Its green so pristine, emeralds shine every foot and fathom.When the wind blew, it would bendthe watery knolls in its wake.I have never seen such clouds—mistaking it for Dragon’s Breath.Forming dense patches,my curiosity taunts meto reach for it.The slopes never touched the skyas if […]
Posted on December 2, 2019
Inscribed are what I have bled for—for all to see.Criticize or ridicule,it doesn’t make a difference.My canvas. My story.Love it or hate it