POETRY

Pride or shame. Joy or pain. Praise or blame— It’s all the same. Can’t be tamed. Never lame. So I claim. Hate the game, But I play it...

I see the world in veils of gray, Where hearts are sold and minds betray. They chase the gold, yet lose their way, But I remain—come what...

A Theory for Drug-Free Clarity I see the crowd conform—a chorus chasing norm. Each day, a masque of gain, Where truth dissolves in...

We’re all glued to the tube, Watching some tattooed dude acting rude, Faking mood swings and manufactured feuds—It’s crude, but we...

If you spent your whole life eating rice while making beats, Heart in the groove, soul beneath the sheets— Could’ve pulled a heist, but...