Poems

This poem is for the ones who savour sielnce, and protect it as the most treasurable moments in their days

Can ordinary, little, forgettable, unimpressive things become poetry? It just depends on the eyes that see the world, the way they look...

The sky was the colour of a cherry that morning. As juicy as delicious. Stunning. Immense. And in the midst of my amazement, I couldn't...

I was reflecting about passion, the kind of passion that wakes you up in the middle of the night and urges you to write down a handful of...