She allowed herself to be swept when she knew this kind of love only exists in fairy tales. He came in like Prince Charming, ready to salvage the broken soul. They shared their childhood traumas as if they lived them together. There was no one who could have understood her trauma better than he could….


I bring out the best and the worst in you. I let out the rage in you that you kept locked for years. I bring out the real laughter that you shy away from. I bring out all the secrets and thoughts you can never tell another soul.I bring out your worst fears wrapped in…


Sometimes you just don’t see it. You don’t know it. Behind the smile and laughter, hides a rotten pain so deep. The world goes on without a stop and stare. Watching the lovers, the friends and the families laugh with joy, while you watch with tears in your eyes. Sometimes it’s all just too much,…


My heart is warm with friends I make And strangers I’ll be knowing. There isn’t a plane I wouldn’t take. A.R

Wanderer II

There’s nomads of lights Who wander the nights Without knowing What it is they seek. The wanderers know One day they must return home. For what they seek Is where they began their journey waiting for their return.

No more salt

I ripped my heart open To feel something. Anything. I looked at my scars So rotten and swayed. No more space left For anymore. Over the counter I saw a jar with salt. I reached over to open it. Only to learn there’s no more salt But a sweet substance. Maybe I can use this…


    I lost my own identity Trying to please those around me, Playing by society’s rules. When I started to lose people around me I realised I’m finally becoming myself again.      

Evil Eye

  There’s so much happiness I want to share. The sweet fragrance of my rosebed, But along my path lay a thorn, Stopping me in my tracks and bleeding me dry. It echoes claims of happiness, Yet It’s energy thriving for downfall. I dash for safe return As the evil eye looms ahead…  


  I am not poor Nor am I rich But I have faith And that is enough wealth to last me in this world.  


Sometimes in these jostling days You feel so empty and numb Where you just want to crawl and daze You feel so faded, sunk. Wishing for something You are not even sure it exists. Maybe tomorrow the storm will pass by And the sun will smile Or maybe it’ll be another stormy day. But you…


    Learning to be alone and liking it,is a type of art that has the highest value of inner peace.