Poems from Creator
Oh what a night of Paris fragrances
Tender textures irresistibly sweeten the Lily of my soul
My meditative gaze travels beyond the train...
Time would course me to the moon and sun
Like timeless treasures on my skin.
Vishnu: Time would come in her womb
Young tickers by her...
Heisenberg is an archetype of me in seventh Heaven’s Xanadu
Where my glimpse of wavelengths accouchement quantum leap
Savouring life in the...
Poetic earth feels strange
It core of madness got no mare to change
Meaning seeks thoughts in cities Out of reach
Life is a fraud, old...
If I taste your mysterious creep, as precious wine,
Success of my soulful tongue in nighttime,
Will declare you earth of musical atmosphere...