The_Vizier

Hey there, thank you for your review, the criticism was appreciated. I have made some changes now. Hopefully the gaps would have been filled now. Do read and provide your ...

The clocks are stuck on eight, the lights below in the streets are here again; watch them fireflies fly. The curtains are drawn, a bait . Your secret life captured ...

Its always a pleasure to have your work critiqued by your contemporaries the world over. Always is. Yes, I do a lot of typos while writing the poems; but my ...

I feel like the broken glass of the vanity mirror she uses to see her face. Its been seven years since we parted ways. Yet we still live in the ...

So you come here to take me with you? Are you sure you came to the right place, eh? Well, I admit I'm lost, whats today-Monday; Sunday. Whats tomorrow- May ...

UNTITLED An empty bottle, an empty sea, a whithering flower; a white page memory, fluttering away, free. Deja vu - i feel. Maybe like a 32 mm reel, spinning like ...

hey there. Well it was simplistic poem. And the mood of the poem to a limit was dreamy, yet limiting itself to the particular incidence on which you wrote. Not ...

HEY THERE. i do admire the portrait, but with the deer a felt a little uneasy. I'll tell you why- firstly even though its a very harmonious composition, it doesn't ...

Murmurs Cross across the sea, come find me; the waves are reeling. Sound found the noise, of my lost voice; children are weeping. (The) mad sad light, robbed me of ...

hey there, Beauty in words is not the demise of gods power of creation of tangibles. Rather its our inheritance from him. The poem was beautiful. Excelsior. The passing of ...

Hey there. You aren't kidding me are you? well, for a ten year old kid that's a very good picture, shes got a good future ahead if she pursues it. ...

took me 10 minutes to conceptualize and make it.

MARCHERS, HAIL (1) Marchers, stop. Stop in your tracks, You weary bands of brothers in arms, Were art you to now? Maybe to some land; To fight in some distant ...

Hey there, First things first. You sure are onto something with that poem!! I mean that was insane !! (in the good sense of the word :P ). On a ...

BLACK PETALS So, one day you will wither away, Such that you are fragile like dust. You that have made my heart sway, To the songs of love and lust. ...