Sing O Sing

Sing O Sing Sing O Sing, my dancing body, This in the wake of time. Let it go a bit so oddy, Live in the brink of chime. Grasp as to the world that listens, Nothing but they want to…

My Pen

I don’t know where my pen falls weak, Where does it become stronger. I know its sparkling now. Aside from numerous visions. Voice in me narrates definition, What gives life to unlived words. My pen blinking upon luminous lights, Spread…