Stillwater

Stillwater

Feb. 7, 2010 by

Wind glazes the edge, causing ripples on the surface, But soon there is no blemish left on its face, A stone stirs up ripples from its bottom, Soon all that is left, is the stone at the bottom. The first

Princess of Light

Princess of Light

Feb. 7, 2010 by

The deepest black always begins as the lightest gray, Yielding a little every time nights prowls around for prey, With every changing shade, you wonder if gain is really a sacrifice, Like losing a single brick, in an already crumbling

Pair Of Wings

Pair Of Wings

Feb. 25, 2008 by

Sad, dejected, half-heartedly, I continued to walk, Wishing I had somebody, to whom I could freely talk, Someone human, someone imperfect, someone fallible, Someone who believed in the concept of impossible. SomeoneĀ  who sympathised with the mind’s inherent weakness, Someone

Fable

Fable

Feb. 20, 2008 by

When you close your eyes to the world you know, Thus opening them to a world you will never know, You cannot control the direction your mind can go, For, here, control is something you must forgo. Sweltering under the

Goodbye

Goodbye

Oct. 30, 2007 by

When the words come to an end, there is no sentence left, When the memories come to an end, there is no thought left, When the feelings come to an end, there is no emotion left, When this love comes