Insomniac Ideals
Some thoughts are never frozen, Ideals are all rigid, not seized. Inspiration airs the burning coal, Neither they wait, nor awaits the goal. One who dreams through action,
Category: Literature
The Crime
I stood there, in the rain, With bloodied hands and heart filled with pain. I stood still, as I couldn’t run away For what I did, I had to pay.
Sleep
After having walked all day, The surveyors note reads: Ridge roads are mirrors This is a stone age, not the awakening
Being Woman
“Being a woman is the best thing happened to me.” She said counting her last breaths. Flashbacked the scenes of being looked down, The feeling being treated as material, Where the other gender ruled freedom. Childhood was just a word;...
Alcheringa – One Of The Largest Cultural Festivals
Wipro Limited presents Alcheringa, IIT Guwahati one of the largest cultural festivals was back for its mammoth 20th Edition, Gamescape! With National level competitions, world-class concerts and exciting games, it is a fun package for people of all ages and...
Daylight Dies
The creeping silence makes its way Amidst the drifting fog. The bright crimson skies Fade away for the oncoming shades of grey. As daylight dies Darkness makes it way Among looming shadows. Engulfing everything on it’s path In everlasting monochromatic...
Ignorance is Bliss
She lives under the bridge in a shanty made of plastic bags and that is her sole shelter She has never seen the inside of those classy restaurants which glisten like castles, castles of the caliber she has never even...
Just another Flower in a Bouquet of Conquests
The trauma that erodes the inner equilibrium, just another flower in a bouquet of conquests Oh, not even in frenzied nightmares She dreads the contemplation A blizzard of sorrow
