When the lurid auras of visionary thoughts sometimes explore so long to hold not the quest's breath, it explodes in a form of dissimilar subjects of either agony or an overwhelmed happiness. For here I must say bold. Most of these verses originated from my sadness and invention of my own style on the midst of solitude that I experienced after leaving my home a few years ago. As a reviewer, you would see few elegies which were actual and untainted are those, where I lost few favorite care and love of someone who truly was mine. Another spot was of inspiration's shocking waves yet mingling with...
When the lurid auras of visionary thoughts sometimes explore so long to hold not the quest's breath, it explodes in a form of dissimilar subjects of e...
Silently the poet revenges a prideful society as he puts his rhyme one after one onto the paper, blood drips from his pen when he writes with an extremely agitated mind. Nothing makes him happy except his solitary state. He travels at times when he gets opportunity to collect beauty surrounded by the kind nature. Curiosity sparks from his brain to research and lights the lamps of visions. When the bitter world ignored him, the very sadness captured his mind. Then darkness and dread visions followed him. Each poem he composes begins to live in its own truth as they have the flavors of his...
Silently the poet revenges a prideful society as he puts his rhyme one after one onto the paper, blood drips from his pen when he writes with an ex...
