i immersemyselfin youlikei immerse myselfinto a beautiful story.

A smiling lie is a whirlwind, easy to enter, but hard to escape.

Over the water of time I call to youIn a language I do not know.

poetrymelts my bones.enters my blood.and changesits composition.

Poetry, playing with your words until you breathe life into them.

If on thoughts of death we are fed,Thus, a coffin, became my bed.

Infinity is the end. End without infinity is but a new beginning.

Sacred space in whichTo distil, like amber,The best of your love.

Real geniuses would like that what we think of ourselves is true.

there is some achingthat will only heal...in the mosque of sleep.

You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.

Eggshells become hard to break after walking on them for so long.

Tell me..how do you stand there?filling the doorway....of my life.

if what is true brings us sorrow, / if what sorrow brings is truth

Beyond all vanities, fights, and desires, omnipotent silence lies.