loading
2 CommentsThiruvananthapuram
Sometimes I am a poet - " nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, but feeds on the aerial kisses of shapes that haunt thoughts wildernesses " Sometimes I fancy myself an inventor - " nor heed nor see what things they be - but from these create he can forms more real than living man, Nurslings of Immortality " But most of the time i'm lost - "Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life nor joys". And I don't always like perfect endin... Read More »