Slogans seem to be dead; this world is now busy chanting fears of lost democracy

Night never needs a shade but it requires to fade into the grin of twinkling stars where light is just a glint of scars

The value of darkness can never be measuredif you don’t break its cheap spell secretly treasured

Every heart needs a cutting part sharper than a blade to stab agony

Some pain has no relief,it can only be sealed You can grasp the wound to feel the scar unhealed.

Only tears can hear the sound of pain when warm blood reddens discolored stain

I never think of burning a starwhen I acquire certain sadnessattached by suspending from the top of a raging dark sky within my unnerving me.From the poem- Not A NightGazer

The answer of life struggles in between two kinds of people- those who live to dreamand those who dream to liveAsk them the question about death if they can truly conceive

The blackness of black is so timid in front of all colors