Gloomy Lone Minors.

Gloomy lone minors Clutching the bars of iron Barricaded against the world Peeping through the square holes Casting a faint hope into nothingness Longing for a touch of tender hands Eyes have no more moist to weep Throats are sore from tremor Bodies are stiff from waiting When will comfort placate you When will nurtureContinue reading “Gloomy Lone Minors.”

Let The Eyes Of The Mind Begin To See

When our eyes, thoughts and desire Are fixed on the things we require We often fail to vision and beseech The hidden things within our reach We swim across the seven seas And walk across the seven deserts In pursuit of that which enslaves us And get stuck all our lives But there is alwaysContinue reading “Let The Eyes Of The Mind Begin To See”