Start – Story and Art   Story of every art is a Start. If it is new or old, Stale or bold. An art creates the things, Gives an idea. While story produce the mystery, To generate a history. Story of every art is a…

My First and Second love fight   Love fights, As they bites. Overriding each other priorities, They decide.. To let the owner satisfies, Whom she want to be her first and second love.. Her Passion(poetry) or her Sleep. Sleep said, she is used to of…

Hide and seek   I hide Behind a friend Who was always by my side She protects me Not because she cares But she don’t wanna loose her dominance over me.. She was none other but was my own fear. . She gave a coverage…..

Dare you! Speak truth whole day, I dare you. Pray to god without any demand, I dare you. Think selflessly for others, I dare you. Share the real you, I dare you. Feel the darkness of a blind, I dare you. Listen all your bad…

Boat of empty Love   Sailing the boat of friendship, Never thought of that stored bricks. Collected to make the love wall, Which never thought would ever fall. The stored bricks were not strong, As they left unburned. Those were collected for love wall, Lost…

Home   Packing my bags, Going to home. The real joy, While having many storms. Counting days, Which says, few days more, Then you will be at your door. Where the roots originates, From a leaf to tree, That made me free. Does not matter,…

Colors Colors are all around, From sky to ground. Blue, green, violet or Wine, All have their own shine. Many colors are in life, Still we run for black and white. Present is moving fast, Still we are looking in past. All flew by the…

With Love – Phone   I am a phone, Whose throne, nobody can own. The one who has a ringtone, Follow order like a line of stone. I am luckiest one here, Nobody can think to go without me, anywhere. I loved by everyone, More…

Silent Silence   Silence, Somehow describes me, But my silence speaks silently. People calls me introvert, I, myself made me a secret. Secrets which surprisingly opens, And speaks silently. I did not choose it though, All made me to be so. Nobody is that free…

My mornings and nights Mornings are beautiful. Some feels it, some not. But all says the same.. Nights are wonderful. Some wait for that wonder to happen, some not. But all says the same.. We made it and mould it the way we want to…..