"Seasons drift, time thrilled and flit, the changes
let, our baffled Lives to detach, and Solitude
itself the only Happiness, when a train of some
promised Words break, like beads from Heart's
decked Chain."
-Nithin Purple
"When speechless a mouth, willing hand it writes , stories unheard, so quaint, the beady stars assemble in hopeful Mind, and in mysterious vault of skies,connecting in Alchemy, the expecting to my Lord."
"The spirit fell into the dark pit of doubt: cant trust me, cant trust you.’ Life’, the more a burn on burn feeling, the longing ...