A morning comes with its new light thousands of things start afresh and by the time, the darkness falls its time for all things to end The starting is full of joy the ending always forgotten but why, i ask, is the ending so tough like burning in the hot sun
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It will too turn to dust
Someday’s back, when i was half awake on a hot summer afternoon, I wrote on the wall beside my bed, “And someday it will, too, turn to dust. These words. This wall. Everything.” Today staring at the same thing, i wrote some lines And one day, this will too turn to dust This white wall,…
Continue ReadingIsland : An interesting Society
Something about the way things are around me, seems to nag me always. Society as i see it, seems so imperfect. Its hard to believe it exists. I write about it frequently. But mostly i used to point out the issues. I did not have an answer. I still do not have an answer on…
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