THE PEN OF CREATIONS

It's enfolding, the forgotten me,the dead me and the rising me,a prose of love,and some poetries of life. It stretches me out,from the life of hazards,to the life of wonders.Like a lyrics,Written on breaths,It sings inside,to make a charm,Blowing up the faces. It feels the joy,Of creating thoughts,the ink of zeast,Filled to the life,Writing on… Continue reading THE PEN OF CREATIONS

The clock on the lost wall

Right there,on the wall of lost time,sitting is a clock. Looking through the eyes of time,everything and everywhere. There isn’t solace,but a sadness that keeps getting deeper with time. If you know and look into it, you will find it hard to understand. The petrichor,the dusky smell of wooden trench, used long back to make… Continue reading The clock on the lost wall

The Misery of Pain

In the misery of pain, the hurt beliefs of life, never fought to forget, What was causing it.