World of Words

The wind came from the east today, carrying tears of my lover. A letter, calling me to our abode. The ship has left, so did the last bus. Ho...

Summoning me in Your miracles Every slumber You take me on a journey. Today was a path towards Time. A precious creation often looked down o...

Amidst the temporal bliss this world has cursed and blessed me, there was a yearning erupting inside me. To look for a home, like a fool.  A...

What does one do with all this love they hold? I've drank enough from it, oh beloved! Which mountains have captured you? Which roads hav...

What is it that is so sinning about love that it hurts?  She asked of a tone more like a mere whisper. It isn't love that's sinning,...

They speak a language, quite unheard. Her eyes, deep in them captured are stories of souls broken. They'd glance at you and make you wan...

A tiny speck of ink blot on the corner, the writer's furious expressions. A splash of paint that fell on the floor, As an ar...