Nothing much. I was just a player in my lobby, Things changed, and I found my hobby. Continuing it since few years, With this ink I even write few tears. Putting sorrows in this ink, I just don’t ... Read More
It has been a year, I found a few friends. A few turned into haters, A few of them were fair. A few had masks to wear, Even back stabbed with tears. A few had been my dear, And in conflicts they ... Read More
(Bars by Riya Bagchi ):-
What was that I could write,
within just sixteen lines?
I thought, looking at the paper white-
no more sadness, nor prattles
about the long lost love
or the death of that ...
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(Bars by Riya Bagchi ):-
What was that I could write,
within just sixteen lines?
I thought, looking at the paper white-
no more sadness, nor prattles
about the long lost love
or the death of that ...
Read More
( Bars by Sumeet Gulabani ) :-
Same nib, and different shit to scrib,
Something to scrib and remaining to skip.
Sometimes, sensible and sometimes, senses unabled.
On the nib of a pen, few senses ...
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