Don't read only or like please comment on this poem of mine a take on daily life. November month it is; no shaving month. The noble cause has hidden long ago beyond gimmick. I remain clean shaven; no moustache no beard, But, this year I thought to be unshaven. Yes, I grown a beard, but, … Continue reading Ghost of My Father
Looking for the words that I can say to you Looking for the topic that I can listen from you. I know it's an exaggerating way to express My thoughts through my poem but really I want To say will you be mine rather want to ask. Love not it is, solitary it is of … Continue reading Happy Birthday…
Bell Has rung few minutes ago Now We shall take our paths own Never Hid the not the ever 'til now Face Of yours now I'll look for Every Woman I'll fall for Sadness How hard I try to keep at bay Now Will sipped into my poem every Melancholic The rhythm will be; satiating-- … Continue reading Consequence of Being Loved
November. Back in 2016, I had registered to WordPress to write a blog. But, like my other forgotten blog accounts this I had abandoned after writing an essay and keeping it aside not posting 'til a few weeks later. My first post here was on 27th. I'll share that poem on that day again, so let it … Continue reading Inside the Eleven
Based on the legend of Queen Maya, mother of Lord Buddha, and her dream.
Darkest of nights hid the secrets That an awake soul only know. As I closed my eyes I hear it, The hands of clock ticking, saying-- I'm with you even if no one is.
<!--more--> When the dew will be there on the blade of grasses Where will we stand-- We means me and you in my age old memories. Sometimes I search you because it seems You're a mere imagination of mine and nothing else. But, when the breeze brushes over the dried wet soil of soul Revealing … Continue reading Where