Few but all things will change,after this night of nightmares ends,the way we looked at the world and now we do,the death that seems new normal will haunt;the path we mustn’t have taken,the dread of death must have been stopped. The boundary-wall of blood weaving its heightand never looks down,the sprawling hands of death catchingContinue reading “Few but all things will change”
Dear Friend, There are times when I think of stars and a time when I couldn’t think about them; absurd thoughts keep coming back and forth. Restlessly, the maze of thoughts keeps haunting us from nowhere. We think of staying in our comfort zones and don’t bother to ask ourselves about dissolving questions of life.Continue reading “Maze of Thoughts | Letter”
We, the people understand there is a society- of different opinions, of different political concerns, and of different perspective for news. But, if the audiences are driving these news agencies; shame on them, for they are not entitled to do that.
The CBI has finally been investigating Sushant Singh Rajput’s case and some people can’t resist it completely. When everyone is concerned about fishy and fuzzy investigation done by Maharashtra Police and the impartial involvement of Maharashtra government some media houses are trying to play their dirty game of journalism and falsehood. When I say dirtyContinue reading “THE DIRTY OPINIONISTS : THE PRINT AND JYOTI YADAV”
The blind eyes of Dhritrashtra,A born garbage in lion’s den,Unfortunate CM of Maharashtra,A dark, stinking brook in disgust,a man deepens down in chair’s thirst.an immoral, undemocratic, a shit of lie in cluster,honks naturally, a pig in a dumpster. For a man, undeserved of the chair,We’ve seen the nude dance of betrayal,the seller of his royalContinue reading “A PIG IN a DUMPSTER”
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Few drops of unattended thoughts, travel all the way from the clouds of imagination, not entertaining, but pertaining to something within, falls on dry hearts.
The love of yours, To the love of mine,The affinity of heart-beats, To remain alive. The eyes of yours, And the eyes of mine, Enough to see, The world of ourselves. The arm of yours, To the arms of mine,Enough to reside, For the whole of our lives. The lip of yours, To the lipsContinue reading “Confluence of love | REPOST”
“Never heard the whispers of flowers, the stones remained stones.”