The bird in the cage is destitute it cries, but no sound is heard it’s heart has been shattered into a million pieces it’s hope smashed to smithereens. The black hooded figure outside, stares it’s nefarious smile spreads through the cage.. and the poor bird..it shivers. It’s desire to live…plunged into and burned like an unlighted candle. the bird Continue reading The caged bird..
It’s 11pm here.Not being able to sleep I thought i’d just write down what comes to my mind.After all beauty is in spontaneity. This spot, in my heart belongs to you. It has your name carved out in beautiful black … Continue reading The pedestal