Poem
For there are times we live for, for there are moment we adore... 
There is no right or wrong for those moments , coz souls are just pure.. 
Those moments are beyond love , those moment is what we live for.
There is no closure no saying good bye... 
I still wanna get entangled in you , I don't know why... 
I know I have been away..fighting multiple wars on my way... I lived on .. And now I won't be away.. 
For those moments I wana live for , those moments we adore

Tale of a lesser known man

Tale of a lesser known man. - January 31st

For kings they sing a hundred tales,

From bravery to betrayal, or love affairs

Be it a mourning winter night or a city fair.

Tales from the seven worlds travel time, no matter what.

For all what withering stones or ailing wise men taught

For if they sing an ode for me, for if it can cross time and sea

Scribe it on the stone of my kin, the one that lay by me

For on this path I am searching for her

The ode shall remind who lay next to her.

The journey to gates is gray and pale

For souls like her, it’s the heaven’s gate

Agony, pain and misery will be my fate

For I was a lesser known man, yet destiny laid her next to me

Moments and butterflies though forever flee

I’ll wait for you in this world or next,

For if they sing an ode for me, for if it can cross the time n sea.