Category POEMS
Through The Door
I See through the Door,
What mesmerizes me,
is my way to get through that door;
I remember how bright the light was,
Which we lived through our early ages,
The Sublime Prayer
What we have is not often enough, but what we crave for is certainly felt as better.
The Sublime Prayer is the poem heart felt out to write around the epicaricacy of the world.
NEW AND OLD CYCLE OF BEING FRIENDS
Friends are a part of life, rather every one has been a friend to someone before they could be something else for them.
Same situation I experienced and so i found out a quirky way out.
THE ROAD UNSEEN
What I had seen so far in life, I experienced nothing but voids. Tried to fill them with my thoughts.
THE LAST GOOD BYE, SHOULD IT BE
Last Good Bye ever should it be.
My College is about to end and i have started feeling the anxiety of saying good bye to my friends quite early,
Writing my heart out to everyone who hates Good-Bye’s and specially when they have to say it to their almost became brother’s.
2012 in review
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: 4,329 films were submitted to the 2012 Cannes Film Festival. This blog had 16,000 views in 2012. If each view were a film, this blog would power 4 Film Festivals Click here to see the complete report.
LIVING
Living by the river, tells the story of a man who lived till the fame.
Lost all, left all, started again but by the river.
Read the ecstatic journey of life found and lost in the river of troubles and happiness
" I DIDN'T SAY THAT " 