Abstract Poem.

My origins.. .my very destiny itself.

Sometimes, I feel like I don’t know how to write anymore. I feel useless, like a piece of wrinkly paper being tossed knowing I am no longer needed.

They say to be a real artist you have to starve. There was a time in my life where I did starve. Not anymore, I’ve been fortunate enough to have a great job and a great Dad. With the hunger gone, so has most of the passion and drive to succeed artistically. So I’ve submitted myself to voluntary starvation several times just to get that feeling back. It’ll never be as real as my past experience but it brings back memories and inspiration to create something from nothing.

The lotus and lily ponds are beautiful to look at. However, it is safer to stay out of the water and enjoy the sight alone.

I have to share this as it is soo sweet. I can not believe he made this up on his own.

Zombie poem.

Perhaps the reason why we kill…

Though it is the subject of teasing in many families and gatherings, food is essential and this has to be cooked well to satisfy taste buds, tummies and hearts.

Due to various circumstances, the importance is not given to simple things, thereby complicating lives of many people pushing them to the edge!