Poetry ( the girl that took my soul ).


It was supposed to be a prayer, but there’s a lot more at stake. That’s why I’m not kneeling, we’re talking face to face. You could sit if you want, this might take a minute. But you’re timeless right? So what the hell is a minute. For every cringe in my timid, and every dent […]

What Have We Become?


Have we evolved to be nasty or nice? Have we become more appreciative, or are we bundled by price? Have we dived into unplumbed sewage of truths, or are we surfing on a surface of lies? How unfathomable is our super-sized mega-dome of egos? How meek is our blush? How loud is our torts of […]

The Curse, Unimagined. (pt. 2)


As HE stepped down from the mountain., He carried with him a Gift, a stone tablet Heavy with the inscription “KNOWLEDGE” At the foot of the abundance Hoist with impatience, they waited He approached, beckoning for relief For his arms were wary stiff But even at that valley They stood on their eminence Arms bound […]

Life (pt. 2)


As beautiful as LIFE is, The vague angles that it anchors are at a constant tremble. Thus, its fragility. This is the birthplace of our ‘Vulnerable’. Andreá Fellini *2013*Copyright!

What Good is a Writer?


What good is a writer? If he can’t fight. Strife. Define. Help to underline the intrigues of a beautiful life. If he can’t hide. Confide. Defy The Imaginations we have lost while punctuating our archives. What good is a writer? If he can’t share. Be clear. Declare The injustices within so the world beware. If […]

A Sway of Passion


She watches, as he sits in his chair Orchestra, the waves in his hair His fingers find their way to the grip of her pores And starts digging…… She gasps in awe He begins slow, with bit and pieces smiles and wishes Colors and melodies And gradually syncs with the beat of heart Dear God, […]

Beautiful Lie (pt. 3)


I’ve seen the examples, They all came before The scenes of rumbles, The planes galore The things i scramble, The plains I floor But there’s a constant draw to the angles I explore The money, the girls, the fancy cars The lights, the cheers, watches decorated with stars The faces, the themes, the dreams we […]

The In Crowd


The mist, the hue, the intrigue In the midst of the glue, we sink deep Realising our fortunes and mischiefs How we made it this far is still a mystery Our history repeats like it was pre-recorded Going through hell, just because we could afford it There’s a thin line that every one of us […]