I might have stuffed myself into the dark, This turmoil of travel through the rough road of pitholes, I know there is a light at the end of every tunnel. I know there is hope and redemption down the road, No matter where my story takes, I know there will be a happy ending
When being vocal is being perceived as loud, I'd definately choose to roar at your face. So loud to numb your brain, Deaf to the twin ears, Eyes that will bleed your pain. And mouth that will clamp shut; To further any say. The story of hatred, Shall be always the same I won't stop [...]
For us mother and father that we all share; They are the closest sun and the moon, Far apart yet in their very vividness; You seem busy collecting perishing stars; But remember when they will be gone, Those stars have no way to give you warmth. Keeping an account of your every penny; You did [...]
To Improvise and correct myself at a times I throw myself into head-heated conversation, I comprehend if I am being detractor for someone Atleast I read a hint of indignant at other person. While I felt like I am giving every ounce of myself, I do delve into the phenomena called reciprocation. Staying intact out [...]
Bravery is the mask to the fearness, So is the attempt to the failures, And if you have not failed any, what's the fun of sharing your success-stories??
6:45 am, the early summer morning. The road was unpitched with the dusts already flying in the air. Red shawl with pigmented dirt’s on yellow salwar was flying with the engines smoke was traveling with the air. Ranu was back-sited in the jeep with Chunilal’s armed men: harinath, Joginder, Somnath, Kaliya .The jeep was being [...]
1:45 am, Kashichaur, the one and only bungalow of zamindar Chunilal Singh was ligjhtened in the whole village. Hundred of villagers were gathered in the garden as if a big ceremonial feast was happening. All the villagers afraid and under anxiety were stariing at te centre where zamindar Chunilal was seated in the sofa [...]