An eternal silence surround me Not a thought and emotion around me Just darkness and quiet brew a potion and drown me down in a great depression When all I want is just to cry But the tears are gone and my eyes are dry I scream all day but nobody hears I bleed my … Continue reading Lonely.
Am I a traveler?? lost on his journey,wandering through the woods Clueless of destination,unaware of the path Walking down incessant,following a distant mirage. Or Am I a bird? flying endlessly to pick the little stars, Or searching a corner to make it my adobe Escaping the fret of the world, to a place peaceful and … Continue reading Who Am I?
Amid all this chaos, I doubt the premise of my existence. I shatter under the saddle of my thoughts. Then I close my eyes to go in a deep slumber, I blend myself with the darkness. I blend myself with the soul of the Universe, and strive to secure an escape From the dark reality … Continue reading The Sleep.
Pain greeted me with a whimsical smile, I greeted her back with endurance. Misery played hide and seek with me, I hid behind my smile and determination. Time tested me against high and lows, I suffered,but didn't let my head bow. Failure tried to break my spirit, I got up and started afresh. I fell … Continue reading Because a man is not to be broken.
Religion is always liberating. It has to be. That is the purpose of religion.Anything that captivates your imagination,expression or spirit is not religion in true sense,it cannot be.
People search here,there,everywhere For the humour,in their life. But actually God constantly fill our lives with humour You are just not able to enjoy it Because the joke's on you.
I hail from a small district in northern Bihar which is approximately half the size of New York City. The name of my village is Pardesia. It is a small village with few hundred inhabitants located in the outskirts of Sheohar. We used to visit our village during vacations to stay with my grandmother for … Continue reading The Singing Mynahs
Someone once asked me about my political ideology.I had never given it much thought earlier.But the question got me thinking. What was my political ideology? My mind wandered across the globe and in far history.Which political ideology suits my principles and my way of thinking? I reckon that I like the way a person enjoys … Continue reading Vagabond In Politics.
रात के सन्नाटे में अंधेरों को मैं टटोलता रहा खुद से हीं खुद को बचाने को किसी साथी को भटकता रहा मैं जहाँ भी जाता मेरा ज़मीर मुझे कचोटता रहा अकेलापन बाहें फैलाये मुझे खुद में समेटता रहा क्या पाया इस सफर में जिसपे मैं चलता रहा सरे नातों रिश्तों को जिस पे अनदेखा मैं … Continue reading क्या पाया क्या खोया
The best thing about writing is that you are omnipotent in your creation. You make a world of your own.Your pen decides the flow of the river or the geography of your world.You write the story of your world.Your word becomes the fate of your character.You can decide their future,present and past.You are everything that … Continue reading Writer Or Character??