The Fakir in Leather Jacket, Ripped Jeans

You drink milk, grow up, study, grow up some more and eventually you grow enough to not fit inside your parents' home anymore and that's the historic moment of your life when you are kicked out of home. You think for once, 'wow, finally its 1947 all over again!'. You feel happy , you feel … Continue reading The Fakir in Leather Jacket, Ripped Jeans


On the Closing Lines

what if i got the poem of life all wrong Misunderstood metaphors, Silent equations all along.. what if a certain side of me is all obscure A stranger on an empty street walking away from cure.. what if my painting has fallen short of a few shades Before it gets stained with red and gleefully … Continue reading On the Closing Lines