House of Cards

Oblivious to the sands of time, I strived to create a visible rhyme. From the four suits in my upper hand, A marvel was going to born and stand. My hopes were high, my dreams big enough. I was going to do it no matter how tough. But the joker had plans of his own, … Continue reading House of Cards



There are strings pulling me back all the time, The hooks at their end digging deeper and deeper, into my heart, hurting and bleeding ceaselessly, with each falling grain in the hour-glass of life. Delicate strings, each important, just like a bird needs wings. Some with time, have grown into lace, Some have been knotted … Continue reading Strings