You know one day I was standing Just standing And searching my pockets To find an ounce of feelings You know Happiness Sadness Passion All those really wet and fiery stuff But I couldn’t find any So I took a piece of blade and Slit my nerves And Nothing No No There was something But […]


Art is this space in our society where one can behave like a child. In this society we have created rules to help us survive physically as a group. But because of its limitations we lose the child in us. In our quest to survive physically our psychological self dies a slow death. We become […]