blood rushes in veins of leaves, a plant dies under the frost and winter becomes an unearthly mother with an abandoned womb. here in the her barren womb nothing grows out of love but hatred perpetuates through roots, the over dried leaves are epiphany of the season of ungrateful mothers, the flower wilt after two … Continue reading Motherhood of the winter
Abandoned Words
There are times when I do not like to write or read.Anything between the lines emerges from the paper and hits the floor without making a noise. Barefoot words cross the borders of my imagination, but abandon when I try to grasp their feelings. At times like this I wish I weren't a poet. I … Continue reading Abandoned Words
The Poetic Elixir 
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