Beneath the starry sky, Here she lies, The land chained By spittle of the raging sea. Like a slave, crestfallen, For escape is just a dream, Imprisoned in the impending doom. A patient wait, For the day, Her waist will be grabbed, And his thirst will be quenched. The day, He will take her in,…

We dress to impress

We dress to impress, Not knowing that, We are all a mess, Waiting for a clean-up. ~Nila


Come! Let’s take a stroll, through the night sky of wild thoughts, etched by winking stargazes, stapled to our bare souls, while we strip off skin and watch the shooting stars burn inside us. ~Nila