Muted Machine
As a fatal blow of the fate- Many sharp spears and swords Thrusted deeper thousand times Until the throne o...more
A poem on road accident
Ode To The Dear Departed... I remember it's on a hartal day- The dark evening of the first February; ...more
Stop not to stare
STOP NOT TO STARE On the move to the hills and valleys Tiresome trips on every day Tempting serenities on th...more
As I murmur…….
It is not for me to bother but yet I decided to climb; and as the clouds descended every step I found myself alone...more