VN:F [1.6.4_902]please wait...Rating: 0.0/10 (0 votes cast) Don’t ask me about my thoughts please, With me they always play hide n seek, Either I find them Or they find me, Never ever leaving me, Some are merry, Some are grave, They come dressed in different colours White for peace Blue for melancholy, Purple...

VN:F [1.6.4_902]please wait...Rating: 0.0/10 (0 votes cast) I wish sleep was like my book That I keep under my pillow, Which I open every night and get carried away Losing myself, my identity in its pages, Finding serenity there… I am an Insomniac poet, That’s what I have become Over the years...