Oh my God, why so many desires? It seems, my soul is always on fire! Sometimes, I wan Oh my God, why so many desires? It seems, my soul is always on fire! Somet...

Poetic Instincts are not genetic Nor they evolve with the biological clock These drop in unann... Poetic Instincts are not genetic Nor they evolve with the biological clock ...

I am running; whooshing sounds In the wind rushing through my lungs I am running; whooshing sounds In the wind rushing through my lungs

But today I am lost in a book But today I am lost in a book

The way an artist makes his masterpiece out of an empty canvas. The way an artist makes his masterpiece out of an empty canvas.