Keep Singing

“Keep Singing, Because the morning is near. And in this sadness, There is a rhythm. At least be some help to somebody.” This is a translation from a Hindi song (/ref. Gayee Jaa from Brothers (2015)). The sole motive of the lyrics…

The Cry of A Realist

“There’s much of amusement out there, but the consciousness says it’s nothing but the vice awaiting and people suffering nipping themselves in…

Way I Sound

Way I sound close and near, so calm, Way world heard and narrated, so loud. The show wants me to say hard,…

Stay Home

Don’t you move, neither a bit, It’s hot outside and it’ll hurt you bad. So dear are you to me, chirping and…

Making Me Small

Wondering down the memory lane, With my both eyes blinking in awe, I sent some sharp sickles to the past, Trying to look…

I Wonder

What do you see in my eyes shining and sparkling, Your hustling lore of fantasy, a myth? Call me by my name, in your head juggling a piece, Some lent work of art, splendid place to be. Pick out a…