And alone and without the nest shall the eagle fly across the sky” – Khalil Gibran As per my understanding, there are two things – 1. What you do to your life 2. What life does do to you …
And the night shall fall short to spell, Another rain on the parched blood soaked in airy blue. To let hopes sulk in deep on concrete black road, Waiting to roll over with words invited to crack skulls open. …
Not all of a sudden, neither a planned effort it was and it had to be. It became either one when I came and sat down to write this idea of a thought. This, as minutely is been observed, has…
It’s a page I’ve got, I’ve got to cross-check because it’ll disappear, Like the time has passed and that, which will, To the point it ever was, till the point it ever will. Blue, green and brown, yes, they’re…