A Masterpiece

Sitting besides the blue-ish river of Atlanta, Staring, the filled sky with grains, Glittering in the nights. He beseeches for a masterpiece.

Ashes of Thoughts

Stays somewhere, little ashes of thoughts, dawning in the middle of some stray stars, alone but surrounded, by meaningless bushes of burdens.

The tryst of Love

Hurt,
deep,
inside the heart,
Crawling,
Scattered,
Whimpering,
asking for help,
stayed in him,
the desires,
the hopes,
a thought,
a thought of coincident.