- Beautiful Ink -
"I used to hear my anger,
while listening to your silence.
I invited my anxiety to dance with me inside a dark cloudy mind,
I let the melody of teardrops,
tapped my wounded soul.
And then one day,
color of alphabets,
It was as beautiful as a rainbow.
For the first time,
I did realize,
that I should never forget the hidden light behind dark storm.
your silence had no longer chained me,
I was free,
...free to narrate my own tune of poetic alphabets.
I still am listening to your silence,
and inside it,
I conduct my own orchestra,
...an orchestra that is beautifully inked."