• Afganistan

    Do not show me any photos
    Don’t tell me the truth
    How many innocent died
    Don’t count them or their homes... more »

  • Back To

    To this and to that
    I get attached and dettached
    I am watery and nothing
    Ashes and smelly skin when burns... more »

  • Glorify

    Let it be
    Suddenly the fate yawning draws a sign
    Death or reborn, templates of same design
    They turn into fading useless frames on long walls... more »

  • My Sentence

    Write my pen my sentence
    Let the words be music or my nook
    No lies neither truth, just melody filled ink
    Write my pen... more »