How many sunsets one has to sit through and sift Before real darkness sets in like the stubborn one Many dreams and nightmares have to be crossed Dawn can only mean as much the awake soul feels It is the lucky fellows who can sniff the fresh dawn And can smile at the beautiful sky without malice Life can be expensive in the cities and … Continue reading Sunset


Let’s be indifferent to art and keep it out in the cold so it can become even more frigid compared to the coldest places known to mankind. Let all the emotions poured till now hibernate in a frosty cocoon. It feels slippery and hostile from extreme frigidness. Walk away, frostbites can be fatal; even the sun feels dreary and uninspired. Assuming the contrasting harsh times … Continue reading Forsaken