Without dreams ‘life’remains ‘life’..always: neither better nor worse.

his abusemakes her an anvilwithout spark

Love is like electricity sometimes; it may shock you anytime, yet you cannot live without it.

I’ve reached the vanishing point without you.Here my heartache begins with your paintrying to find an unborn startin this fatal disappearanceFrom the poem ‘Me with the Vanishing Point

I think poetry without metaphor is like husband and wife living in separate bedrooms.

Courage cannot be unveiled without reality

We Pisceans know how to swim without water

Without ‘love’ your ‘heart’ can never remind you of your life..