A Thing called Hope

Those times of chaos, when, your mind's berated.That wilderness grows, overpowering,You venture about, lost, misdirected,Deeper in the woods;Deeper! Steeper! But beware, the deeper you go,more the light fadesand the gloom transcends,from that foreboding moderate,to the despondent melancholy.The fire foes out,the ashes remain, smouldering. But fear not, O' brave heart,the ashes will smolder,Forget, and on.Cease them,… Continue reading A Thing called Hope

Pune

Perched a little farther from,the country's major city of dreams.Snuggled lovingly amidst mountainous beasts,cozily, is the - 'Oxford of the East'. Where sun shines merrily about,of, a traveler is bothered the least.Where the scenes - most lovely, exists,which for weary eyes is a delightful feast. Where the hills full of trees,stands majestic, still untouched by… Continue reading Pune

I am

I am a rusty car in your backyard, Which has lost its touch at novelty. But still it possess the mighty touch, Of the godforsaken time's cruelty.   I am the barren old tree, With one leaf just hanging still. On the wild land of rocky slope, Which has never known of care and till.… Continue reading I am