“What’s wrong is wrong”, if only it were so simple Unchecked transgressions propagate further transgressions incessantly Speak and be silenced, remain silent and lose your
Tag: poem
The Prevaricator
Once upon a whispering wind I caught a scent, foul with sin A dreadful journey was yet to begin Through twists and turns and paths
A Dark Ode to Seneca
A prodigious wave of misplaced emotions, seeped through the windows of her soul, pouring out like a mid-summers rain, warm and misty, cascading down the
The Oppositioner
A strange figure from a faraway land, wearing a Jade mask and a deep, dark, black cloak made of Kashmir and silk, sat upon a
The Void
I once happened upon a hidden cave on my meanderings in the forsaken wood. I looked to it with mystified eyes, I gazed at its
Escape Imagination 