Though, my words’ expressions are
not so poetic.
I’m proceeding, little steps
to refine my confined thoughts.
Muses of my mind are made for
the sake of mankind.
My fingers are defining their destination
through keyboard snapshots.
Sometimes I travel
in the aroma of the violet shade of tales.
Sometimes my path is covered with
the imaginative crystals of frost.
Sometimes the wilderness
dislocates my destination.
Sometimes my immense courage finds
lost ways in the dirt of past.
Hindrance never stops me
to freely act.
Intentions of intense feelings are
my tacit pact.
Be a Poet
before becoming a man.
To Ignite rhythmic & peaceable tunes
like a Saint.