when you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals [sequel to shades of blue]

"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

Drops of rain fall in my ambience Flooding me and my existence Tears trickle down but fails to drop Voice unheard, never yields to stop Poems are verse to let out thoughts In each line is beauty of thoughts In each word is wonder of thoughts It drains and brings to my heart's drought Poetry in my own style and aesthetics