Life's short.. Be yourself!
Sometimes we voluntarily do something or some people around us do something which may look unimportant by any standards but are very important lessons. Street life has so much to offer but we choose to ignore it knowingly or unknowingly. We all know that Need is the mother of all inventions but Discomfort can be at…
Walking on the street is the most common and also most ignored part of our daily life. Every day almost every one of us takes a walk at least once. Every one of us walks with a purpose. Nowadays, we don’t even look at the road we are walking on, because everyone is busy with…
Slowly till the end of July all new and old students started coming in the town. In my first week I saw may be one or two students on the streets hardly anyone in the University. I took advantage of the situation and roamed around whole campus. Missouri S&T campus is not that big. For…
‘Got a place to go called Nowhere Was easier less bloody to go there All I had to do was to be true shook to core they replied closed doors Thought I wont get a shelter haha they dint know ‘Got a place to go called Nowhere A lot peaceful no claws to tear no…
Blame me for revolutions.. Blame me for destructions.. Blame me for suppressions.. Blame me for depressions.. Blame me for saddest times.. Blame me for the stolen dimes.. Blame me for cruel intensions.. Blame me for all executions.. Blame me for being a victim.. Blame me for broken dream.. Blame me for thousand deaths.. Blame me…
Wounds are never healed The impressions though.. vanish with time I am the only one left To tell you the story.. I am a soldier of a defeated army I too tried to be with them who never made it till the dusk of life.. They fought till the last breath But I lived to…
She was a crazy girl She said we’ll live together.. She was flying in her dreams like fallen feather.. Those eyes, for the world were dead.. And I learnt to see the world through her eyes instead! She knew the truth, still She was playing with the time She was smiling in the dark holding…
Some things look different as you go closer.. Known yet unknown like the color gray.. Not allowed to sway, too much yet unclear in a way.. Life is not black n white as they all say.. Life swivels in gray.. I’m not afraid of darkness but brightness of the day The truth fades with each…
And through those stony eyes He gazed out of the window In the month of May.. All he could see were dead vines and the snow.. King of his house.. The old man ruled his stick and a crooked chair.. Lit his wooden pipe.. birds had left the nest that stood in despair.. Memories clouded…
Everyone has to go that’s the game of destiny, Some can’t find the way out Some just go early That’s how the world works in ‘The Satan’s Bar’ I haven’t found the door to come out so far Game has no rules, play it only if you can take it .. Crown.. snatch it scratch…