If you venture to be a sageLet your virtues subside your rageFor deep wisdom you’ll be veneratedLet cold veins feel blood cells generated

Flight of my mind rises beneath the seagull’s wings …then ocean is my motherland I feel.

We should learn to savor some moments to let time feel worth existing

Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear

You cannot taste a song but you can feel the tune relishing your heart where strings of music belong.

I try to grasp the colour of my blood and all I feel is life slipping through the colourless veins.

I’m looking for youinto that silverspoon where I taste my reflection to feel the touch of your untouchables - from the poem "Looking For You