Welcome to the Society
Doesn’t matter which body type,
Since we are always ready to bring you down.
And then we’ll wonder why did you frown.
Is it something that you did off your limits?
Poetry
Lucid Waves
The night light casts it’s way
No light offered to my grave,
N I N E T E E N
She is stumbling in her pursue of grace,
Hunting patience, with avengeance.
She stands out looking
It isn’t really The End
May be, forgetting is the proof that
the room of faith, hope and magic is powerful enough to let a miracle happen.
May be the torn pages were just pages
Uddne do (Let her fly)
Lekin insaan thi vo bhi fitraat se,
samjhauta kar liya ussne phir,
par iss baar
khud se nahi…
Haatalo se.