Prose
Prose I got all colours when she paused for a moment , pressed paint brush in her teeth and began babysitting with her unkempt hair. It was not whole of me on canvas but my painted eyes could click it.
Prose I got all colours when she paused for a moment , pressed paint brush in her teeth and began babysitting with her unkempt hair. It was not whole of me on canvas but my painted eyes could click it.
Poetry Unfortunately my heart was broken by thoseWhom I expected to beMy heelersThose who must skin around my scratchesWere all with their giant nailsMy peelers
Poetry Not everyone is such grantedIt’s blessing from DivineThat for some pathetic heartsPoetry works like an anodyne