December 2018

I lived mostly in Göreme and witnessed its inexplicable beauty. A small town surrounded by mountains said to be made by volcanic ash. Amazing views from one corner to the other. I had witnessed surprising swing of change in weather over the period of five...

In a loving world of liars, love is nothing but a lie A soul crept in pain or a heart fed to the demonsIdeas that inspire the joyance of the poor needy eyes Reluctant yesterdays in the brink of bloody reasons Words carved underneath my skin...

I love thee by your gentle spell Such is the feeling while I am me Must the other charms pursue So the love takes up my whole life...