"They call it poetry, what she feels with her mouth closed. By his."
- Douglas Self
"Sleepless nights, infinite random thoughts, Remembering those moments, he had much to say, an urge to talk to someone, to be cared, to be loved, to be understood !! She was gone by now, And he was los..."
"He stared at her, knowing with certainty thathe was falling in love. He looked the other way, Her face triggered through his heart, forcing him to look back, and admire that beauty!!Soon He pulled her..."
"She toyed around with his smiles and emotions, till they actually turned plastic. And then, She changed the toy…"
"She came and took away all his miseries, his sorrows !!Then SHewent and left him restlessly numb. He was herpainkiller. SHe, his anesthetic."