The twilight seems invidious.It simply can’t let the sun hide away when darkness is just another name for night..
The colour of fear is never dark or black; it has the colour of thunderbolt; usually white, but can appear in different hues depending on how the fear travels through to get inside your heart
The light within us can always identify our mind’s darkness
I want to be a guileless rook to discolor the blackness of all crafty human hearts
Lightning hides the colour of night
Wolves fail to hide their integrity just like the way men fail to hide their own animality.
Death has a life which kills everybody's life
Slogans seem to be dead; this world is now busy chanting fears of lost democracy
A mind can bleed a heart to death.
Nothing is unreal as long as you can imagine like a crow
I feel like a real dead one: having neither blood to bleed nor any flesh or bone to feel the scars; yet I want to hold on to my spirit.
I love to chase my shadow to feel how it rests in the dark.
That’s not me.That’s my duality!
I feel frozen holding on to the flame of my own duality..
Some pain has no relief,it can only be sealed You can grasp the wound to feel the scar unhealed.
You can learn things from a heart so bleeding When love bargains with deceitful pleading Hours soar from dawn to dawn splitting your time Don’t hear melody from a soundless chime
When you become a raindrop in your mind Thunder is the closest friend you may find Wind lashed trees, dark clouds, lightning or the dust Everything you will bear once you adjust
Let all the green leaves be mine as long as the trees define shades created by their limbs for the soil made with victims of atrocity's vileness to redeem the fragileness
Every heart needs a cutting part sharper than a blade to stab agony
Do not trap yourself into an owl's hooting sound where sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound
I think the best shaped box ever on earth is a coffin which can be handmade to escort the forever numb-hands.
