His eyes undress his ancient unrevealable emotions. …A suffocating pain is hidden in his eyes.His heart is locked in the depth of the eternal abyss. …His smile ripped my soul and hypnotized my brain,… Seduced in an indescribable agony of dreams.…I had dreams haphazardly about a phantasmagorical creature, unbelievably beautiful, …I felt his touch disintegrating my entire body, it was the apogee of an unborn world and the fallen of the existing one,(fragment from Bewitched, chapter Passion)

Please be glad for me, if I shall hide my spirit behind canvas...you know I shall do it just to breathe you deeper and forevermore...(Excerpted from August creature, chapter Pain)

My poetry is a journey in the depth of my heart, in the abyss of my conscious, underneath this realm and transcending horizons. Is who I was, who I am and who I had become.

It began long ago,when God created the starswhen shadows were made of lightwhen angels embraced the horizon when souls danced over this realmthen, you were mine...(Excerpted from In bliss, chapter Pain)

I must have been a poet, that might justify the high sensibility drifted apart.But then, I ask myself:“What is a poet without his voice of happiness?” “What is a poet when his sensibility is found in nothing but fatal solitude and deep melancholy?!”My beliefs pour into unfounded questions of my soul's floated songs. (Excerpted from Tears of pain, chapter Pain)

I loved it, ...when I could turn your soul, master your thoughts, paint your heart in the colors of my dreams and make you forget about your sorrow...(Excerpted from My confession, chapter Pain)