Image   It is chilling this desire without reason, that leads me to you in this dark passion. Your whispering voice breaks decency, burning words, in the midst of unconsciousness. It's shuddering to think

Image   I was dying little by little, every day that went by I felt further away from the little of life that was still left in me, feeling my soul was wasting away. My body was unscathed, with no visible

Image   If stripped of poetry my life would cease, Its beating heart fall still within my breast. Without the blossoms of rhyme brought to increase The garden of my mind, in barrenness dressed. No more

Image   Within my mind, surrender is not found Its letters cannot spell, its meaning's lost For I keep striving through each challenge tossed By Fate my way, resilient, braving ground A winner walks where

Image I am an immigrant, a wandering soul, Crossing borders, searching for an instant, Of opportunities and freedoms yearning, In search of a more abundant future. From distant lands, I left my home, Hoping

Image   The past remains, in long shadows cast, But dawn now brings a sunlight fresh and bold - No need to dwell where joy and trust fell fast; A new day calls me to its wonders untold. Though once locked

Image   In the silence of the night, In your words of waste, I felt the spark of your fleeting love, A fire that burned without a beat. You were a lightning bolt in my dark sky, A bright and pure gleam,

Image   Beneath the din, the writer finds solace from the world above. Here thought has space to gestate, to spin new words New words that flow free and fine as love. This underground refuge is a sanctuary

Image   And I want to see you and I can't. I want to have you and I don't, Circumstances separate us, But in my mind, you always resonate. It's fate that plays tricks on us, And prevents us from being