few a times, sometimes' i think and i think of the thought i've been thinking, getting some gritty details merely observing and actually paying attention. i get some outcomes with these gritty witty thoughts

It was as if nothing happened and i saw you change in a moment, you were there a moment before and with one blink of an eye, you weren't. It was hard to believe what i saw for i knew you, lived by you

I was on my balcony smoking the last stick of cigarette I had. As I sipped the freshly made tea, a cool breeze of air passed through my ears. The sound of the soft saxophone jazz in the background merely

trying to get outta this rage i often bleed my thoughts to death ask all the questions and revise the rest i loop through the hole forming loopholes with the whole. the clarity of obviousness lies dumb

When you love someone so much, you simply want to be with him/her and be in that closed atmosphere of unconditional love. And when you want to express this feeling, it comes effortlessly and it comes

the essence of passion to music and its medium, his guitar. Hendrix, purely making love to his guitar.

lost in thoughts and lost the words. the expression so sincere, i fall short of words for the thought. memory though vivid blinds my vision, for i long to see beyond reason. the picture fades and reshapes.

Mystified, divine, satanic or worse. Words defined that exists and has not. Communication is what it does. Words, the Devil speaks it and even the gods. It may hold divinity or curse. The wind has its