Poems from faleesham

The white canvas trembles with mania at the sight of the brush. The vessel is overthrown by the feeling of both love and lust- The canvas...
Have It in grasp, and suckle It close For when It is gone What is left? Embrace It's beauty with a subtle kiss, And let it be known to the...
I, myself, draw the line. Neither bounded by chains or by reckless thoughts, flooded by the ignorance of those unaware of my flow. Is it...