In one of the million yellow vehicles swarming the streets of this city, I am overwhelmed with a million thoughts in my mind; about these people, about life, about...
The Light bulb, to its creator…
Little did I know that I had to burn every second for centuries,
so that I could fill others’ darkness with light
Yes, I shone with...
Today, I cannot write. Today, I'm afraid I'll fail my beloved pen, my beloved book of poetry. Though I do try. To wander into the dark corner of solidarity...