lifeslowly witheringambling into oblivioncell by cellmemory by memoryorlifevanishing suddenlya magic trickgone roguea…
Dear Diary,
I haven’t written in some time. Today, I want to tell you about the day the sky…
At the end of the tunnel, always a hope, and a discovery.
i hopewhen the time comesthe good boatmanwill take me acrossto where my old man is
A reflective poem
Without prejudice
The world is upside down. We struggle every day to make sense of the happenings in the world. We reach…
कुछ दिनों से एक अजीब रंग छाया है बरामदे मे
When I stroll deep into the fog of my memories I see vibrant green fields, seemingly…