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…
And what is left of me, as I see the whole world burnt down to death, And what’s left for me, as I hear nothing but the sounds of the silence. What has been already built to be seen or…
As much as my thoughts have taking strolls in oblivious streets at odd hours, For my people as much as can lend support for as long as they can, As much as my being tries to trick me of my…
Once upon a time, in a quaint village, a shepherd named Kabira yearned for a better life on the other side of the bridge, along with his small flock of sheep. Unfortunately, his income from their wool had dwindled, leaving…
Catch up with these ones first: The Walking and Shapeshifting Humans Circumstances Who are we without the fear there be? Before I came to compose this piece, there was a “certain fear” in my mind. It wasn’t related…
Catch up with this one first: The Walking and Shapeshifting Humans Who are we without the circumstances there be? I put this question forward with much malign intent. It’s quite malicious as well as I feel it is…
The walking and the shapeshifting human beings are the virtue of all the vices. Walking they are, as they would seem, holding all the prestige of being humans and accepting that their past holds quite a value, yet they are,…
Who are we from the background of life or the absence of it? An outcome of the events around, getting believed and shaping things. Or the ones out there, trying to find moments filled with ourselves, Some memories here and…
Here it is, the old wall to bang. Well, no more but it is stupid. To know, there’s a wall and it needs hitting. Do you know or not if there is a wall or not? Who brought the concept…