Most times, he’ll be gone
To another realm in his zone
Far from a world full of noise
Where silence holds the poise
Then he throws his thought
Into a paper of the sort
Hoping it to bounce
To hit ’em an ounce
Unlike many substance-less sayers
He sought some meaning n’ layers
Experience him work magic with words
As caged concepts fly like free birds
He is a magician who has a pen as a wand. With it, he plays tricks. He sends his soul & emotions into these words. And someday he will cast a universal spell so that the world experiences what he feels.
We all are aberrant from the ways of this world in one way or another | Sub-Editor at Smartprix.com
