"Whether we build walls or bridges is solely upto us. But the repercussions of our decisions are almost always beyond our control. This story is about a bridge burned and walls built in its stead. A story of a majestic fortress tearing itself apart. Of people once parts of a single soul breaking away in agony Of misunderstandings and foul play Of deceit and innocence Of love and hate" -Muhammad Hamza Siddiqui

Poems.... Poetry.... Condensed words... Of love, sensuality, erotism, despair, broken chords and blissful sighs. Of the world, life, the mind, the universe and the beings we never know. Of fear and that which constitutes of us. Of what we are, what we wish to be and what we become. Notes and notes that sing and speak and cry. That mumble and scream and lament. ... Welcome. **** Read♣ vote♥ comment♠ share♦

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

"Will you ever hear me in the rain?" "...?" ***** #157 in Poetry February 12, 2016 #86 in Poetry February 14, 2016