I Am a ThinkerTo me, colours have meanings. Putting them together, a new version of image is being created again to look at, to feel, even to dislike. There is something, out here, that can be reached only by feeling it, whatever it is. It is a fine gentle sense...See More »
Is there anyone out there, listening, if I say, I feel colours inside me, would you understand what I meant by that?
I Am Not a Poet But I Think I Write PoemsThe language of Silence, deepest of its own, speaks loudly the most when one hears the absence of the sound, alone.
I Am a ThinkerI followed. It’s white outside, blanketed by the winter. I see someone’s footprints, have passed me already, heading somewhere, alone, vanished in the distance Marked by a sharp depth of a curvy memory, Someone has left behind for me to...See More »
I Express Myself Through WritingI followed. It’s white outside, blanketed by winter. I see someone’s footprints, have passed me already, heading somewhere, alone, vanished in the distance Marked by a sharp depth of a curvy memory, Someone has left behind, for me, to follow,...See More »
I Express Myself Through WritingLife is like a drop of water, flavored of discovery, a little of something dropping down the moment of everything. When the smallest creates entire ocean of life, with a gentle touch of beauty, water turns the innocunous into the largest elagance...See More »
I Express Myself Through WritingLife is like an onion consisted of layers of knowledge. Not all us are able to accept its own value without crying and complaining about it.
I Express Myself Through WritingSome say, Pain is the source of knowledge. We learn from it. Life is not fair to almost everyone. I agree, however, there is a pain that doesn't need to even exist. No need. It just hurts and then kills anyway. When your loved one is ill and you know...See More »
I Believe In LoveDon't pray for me because I just want her to get better. Please, pray for her because she is in pain.
I Express Myself Through WritingThe Moon. Looking up at the moon last night, I was wondering why it’s up there, always, when we all should be in our beds, sleeping. What is the purpose of the moon, I wonder. Is it to light up the night? To reflect the Sun’s light, caressing our...See More »
I Am LonelyJUST. She made a peace with loneliness. It doesn't her hurt anymore. It just is. Her neighbor. It feels heavy. Steady. Neutral. Nothing. It just is. She doesnn't care. Doesn't want to know. Why sadness? Isolation? What is the deadly truth about...See More »
I Express Myself Through WritingHonesty is crucial even when choosing what to eat for lunch. It sounds silly but it's all based on how much you are NOT afraid to be yourself.
I Express Myself Through WritingLight is the biggest liar ever. Love when it lies about my imperfection.