Pour Moi

She was weak, and I could not miss her any less. She stood like a well polished Barbie doll, so much faith In her beauty, her virtue, her nonexistent strength to Survive the blast that hit her few years back. She had no fear when it came to embracing one Horrible mistake of misplacing trust,…

A Yayoi Kusama Day 

When in Singapore, I visited the National Gallery and fell in love with the exhibition. It was Yayoi Kusama. And damn, this was such a wonderful experience. Yayoi Kusama is one heck of an artist. Her beautiful mind brings us her masterpieces, and I was blown away when I visited this gallery. Reading her stories…

Somewhere Only I Know

It is hidden, you won’t find it. Nobody knows where it’s kept. Ask, and I won’t tell. For you won’t see it past this smile. The strange roads leading are wicked. You will lose your way, I bet, For you think you know me well, Without walking my steps for a mile. One step towards…

Muse

I see his face, and I wonder, “Is he my muse?” I hear her voice, and I think, “She could be my muse.” My affection is reflected in ink, But my heart questions it.   I face the mirror and I ask, “What do you pour with your ink? Is it love? Or is it…