Wordweaving. Prose. Poetry.
28 Jun 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Oatgun
Roses bloom amidst the warAs red as blood wasted in vainWith lust, hatred we can’t go farAs brutes we all are to remain. Still roses bloom though they’re deprivedOf sense of purpose and beautyBut men all strut and all arrivedTo value pride, worship v...
25 Jun 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Oatgun
Share it with meThe paradise that you keepIn the silence within yourself.Long have I clamoredto bathe in your silence,To be the voice of your thoughts,The wings of your laughter,The vessel of your emotions,The heart of your mind,And to be the mind of...
25 Jun 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Oatgun
I wonder as my thoughts wander in between the stillness and the sound of the rain; is it nostalgia creeping in or it is just the idle mind creating something to grasp in the wake of thoughtless thoughts and mindful mindlessness? Or maybe it is the aw...
