ARMOUR OF STEEL

Unhindered, Walls fall and crash Like rain down the drain. With in-built gain in pain, We fumble in brightness… Every stain bearing a shine. Hope, Worn in robes-borrowed, Comes like the gain in every rain Clearly seen without a pain. As crash-to-crash roll, Nuts dump for period cracks. Enamoured with weighty cranes, Pain wins deep… Continue reading ARMOUR OF STEEL

LOSS

If life stares us through the eyes of swollen chaos, then my love, my woman, we are a courtyard of broken spirits.