My mother told me that she had it easier My mother told me that she had it easier

Even if the ink dries up, no way words can dry up from my soul. Even if the ink dries up, no way words can dry up from my soul.

Perhaps, this is how a closure feels. Perhaps, from now, I can look at the moon peacefully, Perhaps, this is how a closure feels. Perhaps, from now, I can look at the m...

Poems, instead of equations. Love letters, instead of theorem papers. Poems, instead of equations. Love letters, instead of theorem papers.

He sang unheard rhymes. He brought dolls and books. Along with these, he injected something that... He sang unheard rhymes. He brought dolls and books. Along with these, he injec...

Seizing the moon, I wrote poetry on it. Line by line, with black ink and pure love. But you never ... Seizing the moon, I wrote poetry on it. Line by line, with black ink and pure l...

She doesn't know that the moon responds only to deep elegies and songs of sorrow. She doesn't know that the moon responds only to deep elegies and songs of s...

I popped a champagne, took a few swigs ⠀ and read out both my sappy ⠀ and sterling poetry to my lo... I popped a champagne, took a few swigs ⠀ and read out both my sappy ⠀ and ster...

A rhythmic poem on music. A rhythmic poem on music.