Free Verse


In front of the butcher’s shop lured by the smell of fresh meat looking at bloody carcass hanging Desire blinded in Hunger He stands waiting Mid Night in front of the filthy tavern As drunken heads with shrunken eyes –… Read More ›


My two sides make me unique Give me the power to decide the fate Some win some lose with every toss For what I am made of For what is inscribed on me People desire me I am precious if… Read More ›

The Flow

The flow is definite Question is its direction It could be downstream The norm, the regular No one will notice Nothing will be challenged And nothing will change It can be upstream Dangerous and alone But will be detected Ridiculed,… Read More ›