When people call me “honey”, this is what they mean-
I’m the most spectacular thing, they have ever seen.
I lounge in the honeycomb of the bee’s shrine.
So high up the tree, on the farthest branch I twine.
Shadow
Folded palms, closed eyes,
Begging God, to respond to my cries.
Loneliness engulfs me from within,
Like atonement for an unknown sin.
Heart
So there was this girl I met today,
Such a charming vibe, I was blown away.
Her eyes squinted as she smiled so bright.
Made that moment my day’s highlight.
Dark Side Of The Moon
Smoke-filled path of mystic misery,
I walk ahead as voluntary slavery.
Frantically moving my arms on this dark road,
Aiming to find traces of our past that once glowed.
The Purge
She saw the world as a merciless predator,
With life treating her like a cruel step mother.
Of unattractiveness she was the sole inheritor,
Of sorrow and endless pain, she was a messenger.
The Man Who Would Be King.
The starry skies and the splendid sun,
Stoop down to his appealing charm.
His portrayal of kindness and nobility,
Gives mankind a shot in the arm.
About A Boy
An eccentric feeling goes through my vein,
my heart beats faster, something goes wrong in my brain.
A GIRL OF LETTERS 