On a shabby bed, a phone is aside a laptop somewhere and a guitar beside. In a night as a groom and its reticence as bride, with a chilled half peg of blender’s pride. is mildly drunk Mr. X sitting inside. Who has nothing to revel and nothing to hide. Neither friend nor foe, nobody […]
Read more "Nobody (POEM)"I battled with days and grappled with nights, got brutally maimed after falling from heights. My bruises were many but my zeal was fine, savour of tussles, was a zest what I dine. They considered me a lamb in the heard of vulpine, I roared like a lion and my sword always shine. power of […]
Read more "They never were mine… Simply a poem"Wondering in the train and selling his toy, I encountered with that vendor boy. vociferating everywhere in a sarcastic way, he peddles his items there everyday. hawking bare-footed, his shirt is greasy. His pants nasty and his hair are bushy. His face gone grey, his body is meagre, holding mammoth burden on his zero figure. […]
Read more "The Vendor Boy (Poem)"I wrote my first poem, when i was in sixth standard. It was written in Hindi, when I was asked by my Hindi teacher. The poem was an okey kind of poem which was praised by many people which gave me enough courage and motivation to write some more.
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