Tranquil…! 

I, can take you places Trust me!   Deep into the forest, Where that one magic flower blossoms once in a century; which can make your wish come true, for which you have being living your entire life, without missing a turn, I can take you.   In the shades of the golden twilight, walking…

That Question

Hey! Who are you? You ask me.   Well, if I have known the answer, Would I be the same. But at least I dint reply labeling myself with my name or the job I do or the gender I am.   Anyways, listen up. For you expect my skin to reflect milk, I have…

Scripted Regnant

Thanks to Language! for making us understand life discover it, share it, in good ways though,   Art, Poetry, philosophy, Science, and all our information reliance. Scripted information always gave a visional dimension to mankind.   Imagine the world without books, God! what would we even do? With no stories to read and no science to think…

Confused engineer

Time rolled down. Questions started flashing in front of me. I stood there unanswered. Do I really think about problem solving?Am I really passionate about science and creating new things? Have I ever dreamt about making a difference with the knowledge I gain, or do I really want to see the change? All the days,…

cheers!

Bachelor party! Beer time! late light…5 of them sat near the hotel pool. “Cheers to you my bro! For entering the marriage maze”, loudly shouted, the young freaks. Random jokes on marriage life, Message bell rings! “Dint sleep yet”, she says “no baby…” he started texting back rotted his head into the phone, he smiles. “Ooo…ok..ok”…all…

Autumn leaves

Every blessed morning ray of light touching my soul. Flowers wet with dew drops showering from heavens in roll. Wavy breeze spreading aura of bliss all around Violins  playing in the background. Bells ringing in my heart. Everything blurred behind. whoa!..oh…hold on..hold on! Nothing of such kind happened, When I first saw her, Nothing of such…

blank page

Stories erased or unwritten, both leave a blank page but, Stories unwritten; wait to take a form. They wait like a flower hidden inside a bud, to come out to show its shades. And the stories erased; somewhere still leave marks. They leave marks, so deep to be erased. Like a dead river that leaves the…