I don't need anything much from my star, which rejects to be seen, I just need a few...

Just some thoughts, expressed in meaningless words, yet, have a little meaning. What do you think of a mad pen flowing to write something out of blood ?

Just a post... Don't mind...

Few words flew about the bonds in heart which knows nothing about them.

My urges for writing poetry...

We left few things unnoticed don't you think ?

Is this what everyone see?

Imagine yourself being a single used tissue... How many of you faced this situation ?

Ever tried to notice smiles around you ?