A Space for Reflections and Musings
Let me soak myself in the pouring rain, For I cannot tell the night from morn, For I am soul-drenched in Poesy's pain, So let the clouds with time's beads adorn My dusky forehead's flickering beacon My quivering palm's misty resolve My urn's sodden stone's isolation And thus my ink in time dissolve; So let... Continue Reading →
Poetry sings in all men in this world, Like wine flowing through a stream sublime, Showing us a world from another time, Unfettered, weathered wings of dreams unfurled; Indulgence in our passion is not a crime To yield to love is worth no King's dime, To cover one's soul is akin to a worm curled... Continue Reading →
Ink Idle 