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 ... 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 ... 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 ... Read More