Lightning hides the colour of night.

Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear.

Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass byBetween shrouds of life and haze sun rays die.

Life’s contentment is like an abstract edifice with a domed ceiling of insanity.

Life is one big gym where we need to constantly workout to stay fit for this world. And indeed love here is the treadmill.

A torpid heart in agony needs a pen to bleed.