“I have always liked reading poems, to me it’s such a fascinating art; the most understandable medium that exists. I also wrote poems in my teen days, well, if we could call that poems😅. Poetry, visual art, music, ambient movies, and catchy written books have always satisfied my thirstiness of subtle evasion, thus it was normal that those words and lines I like reading so much now spills from my heart and mind.”
Spilled Ink Flower buds spilled from ink, And from my heart grows out flowery words Like beauty stirs into the day So does ink upon my sheets, The words morph on their own And a new world of color is born Those inks drip, and they all seem To make their way till a new road Graveled of new dreams and scenes.
