The Mystique Creativity.

The erythemic stance of the blood, the vibrant speculation of the eye, the hold of a sensation through the skin, the essence of expression from a lie, entangling the vision of light and darkness, through the greatest valleys of our thoughts, here we are, wandering in the canopies of our ethos, the believe is fading,…

The Song Of Silence

There was this script in the glares of the night, and one could read the words denied, the words seemed to sing along the darkness of human heart, the colour could contrast the living scars. ” The sleep can hold your thoughts to bed,     with the air you may hold on the  rest,  …