Poems from Creator
Running in fantastic lines
Agreeing with the magical future
In the embrace of miraculous now
We dream to heal
Life will be wholesome again...
Till you know the softness of rocks and feebleness of mountains
Till you know hardness behind watery concrete
You will battle to...
Art is the portal to heaven or hell
A colorful perception of bliss or horror
Waiting to be narrated or manifested
Through the Soul’s...
Every morning birds sing sweetly on inverted beds
Within mortal frames mornings are for coffee and contemplation
Each nation walks with...
Ink of my soul,
Precious portal of puzzling wonder,
Make me whole,
where aura aims high and art sparkles the clouds,
I would treasure my...