Poetry VI – I want to be free

Often, I scream, I got no one. Yeah,no one . No one to share my joy , no one to feel my pain. I know that’s a total lie. Haahh, I know there are people who would listen to me without single complain but what if they end up reckoning and believing something which is

Poetry IV – 1000 Random Letters

And now I choose to write 1000 more random letters 1000 random letters to God Single not answered In my dreams, he says He wants me to be a good listener But I end up being a bad one Yeah, I end up being a bad listener And maybe the worst expressor __ I’m the