“A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.”

You can always wear armor of your smile as a remedy for this world full of damaged souls.

Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.

Ever since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.

When she’s drenched in agony and soaked in pain, her smile holds the art this world is dying to learn.

Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.

Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.

You can see heaven or earth in her pupils when she’s smiling, and happy for real.

I hope my poem touches your soul and tickles your feet. As it is a river, river of my molten heartbeats.

Death is the mercy of life on us.

Let me be a poem freely hung in your diary. Like the moon, on the night sky.

Your eyes looking into mine, this is how two eclipses collide.

Darling, do not teach your stars to shine. Teach them how to embrace the darkness.

He’s shy, he talks to her only. She’s bold, she listens to him only.

She’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.

She is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.

I wanted peace, they gave me silence.

I can’t wait to collect memories from every corner of the earth to splash in the vastness of this beautiful world.

Poetry isn’t about beautifying the words; Its about stripping off its thick cover and appreciating the rawness.

Learn to appreciate your flaws, they make you beautiful.

The most beautiful gift that a writer can receive is to know that the reader can feel the emotions in every word.

when the oceans heart breaks and the mermaid cries, her tears become sea glass-a gentle reminder that sometimes beautiful things come from pain.

Let the moon teach you the art of scars. How beautiful you can shine, even with craters in your heart.

A smile is the simplest yet most beautiful sign of beauty.

She is an old soul, with young eyes. An euphoric heart and a beautiful mind.