At evening, sitting on top of a mango tree I watches how the light turns into darkness Day turns into night Everyone tiredly returning back, From th...Read more

Time isn’t bad Time isn’t good It Ticks for everyone Both the bad and the good Infinitely, Never-ending, Always ticking Never-Changing Moving Quickl...Read more

My silence is not by choice It's more like the unwillingness of my voice To speak about my former passion In reading, writing and all that fashion F...Read more

As I walked through the village, the scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, transporting me back to a time when life was simpler. The ...Read more