A Masterpiece

Sitting besides the blue-ish river of Atlanta, Staring, the filled sky with grains, Glittering in the nights. He beseeches for a masterpiece.

Paid for Pain

They make them pay, for their dignity, they looted them, and they flunked their dignity.

Drops of thoughts

Few drops of unattended thoughts, travel all the way from the clouds of imaginations, not entertaining, but pertaining to something within, falls on dry hearts. It's an amalgamation of a life, creating a covered, preserved and promising way of dealing, with pain and strains of lives. It regenerates lives, boosting energies of dead cells, and… Continue reading Drops of thoughts