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! Advertisements

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 […]

Against The Odds


We were made to press the rings Made from the leaves that floated across the stream Made from thorns of rims Made from petals on top of concrete beams Designed to fall apart Defined by a world that forged memories from scars Between the glares o’ lights Between the fair and partial, between the queens […]

Blues of Luther


Eyes close, and slowly his dreams began their flourish Air, leaves, and birds emerge from the hills of the Moorish Echoes of ideology rebound from the walls of the Pharisees’ temple The earth scorns in disbelief, noteworthy; Lucifer himself was an angel Clarity, behind the clouds he sees the future of a Tremble Transgessions unfold […]