Antithesis He wrote
Antithesis He WroteThere lays my subjectcrumpled, aborted, finding no meaningBut his storyi am yet to writeMy subjecthe’s an ordinarynot the one who’ll fight the oddsnot the one whoR…...
12 Years Ago
Like A Crumpled Paper
Like the crumpled paperCrumpled paper from the writer’s binBetween the random and unarranged foldslay my life written.Yet incompletestrugglind to attainnirvana.But since He couldn’t doa…...
12 Years Ago
The Colour Grey
It all begins in childhood, you are taught to draw lines, differentiate and distinguish. You are taught to distinguish the good and the bad. You are taught right and wrong. You are taught lines of …...
12 Years Ago
On Writing
The writer writes neither for an applause nor for an acceptance. He merely writes because he must. Its his drug, that gives him a high, ots his sedative, its his stimulant, its his joie de vivre. W…...
12 Years Ago
The boy with a zillion flaws
Of nothing and everythingWas the boy Many names labeled,Adjectives negative garlanded alwaysClumsy and buffoonWere his names favoriteEverytime he heard them he had smiledBut Oft when he looked intoâ€...
12 Years Ago
A little bit of myself
Well, its tough to describe one’s own self. But I shall try to encompass it in few words.Dentist. Scribbler. Some call me a poet. Some say writer. Well lets just say i am an exhibitionist on …...
12 Years Ago
