Shit
Pumped and upped at having finally written,something satisfying,I stepped out into the busy world,after a long time,And realized once again … Continue reading Shit
Collection of my poems. I write these poems freely; without giving attention to the standard rules and forms of poems. Like many, I am after all a novice. Poetry is a field as vast and as deep as human history itself. And to say that there is a single way to write poem is as untrue as saying the sun rises in the west. I hope to find my voice and my style. Something so unique that it leaves unmistakable footprints on the letters I pen. Until then, I shall write as I have written here – as freely as a an eagle sooaring in the autumn wind.
Pumped and upped at having finally written,something satisfying,I stepped out into the busy world,after a long time,And realized once again … Continue reading Shit
We have porn to set the bar, For sexual standards, We have instagram to set the bar, For aesthetic standards, … Continue reading Expectation’s bottomless bottom
You in your elements, Eyes fixed to a distant goal, And a mind racing towards it, Doing what you do, … Continue reading Streak Boy
It is only when all hope is forgotten, Not lost, That victory surely comes. Follow my instagram for updates : … Continue reading Hope
We yearn, Even if we say we don’t, For our birthdays, Year after year. Yet, many of us, Never yearn … Continue reading A dream
It is a life, this, I wake up, to the songs of birds, And the chirps of friends, I wake … Continue reading Happyyy Life
I thank the cosmos, For conspiring and contriving, Against whatever odds, To bless us, With the writings of, Ernest Hemingway. Continue reading Ernestness
The pretty brown girl, Clicked a prettier selfie, And made it stupid And ugly, By whitening it. Continue reading A white selfie
My boisterous rage, Angry that you brought me, Into this wretched world. But when I stop to think, It is … Continue reading A moment to think
The kid ran out of his tiny room, And into the crubmling hall, His cadaverous mother sat there, Next to … Continue reading The Birthday Boy