Fear of Life – Perspective Poetry
Life in me, at times, fears the life in you. Though I do surmise but you can find it true for obvious reasons. You have life; I have too. Still, life in me fears the life in you. by…
Life in me, at times, fears the life in you. Though I do surmise but you can find it true for obvious reasons. You have life; I have too. Still, life in me fears the life in you. by…
कवि हूँ या नहीं मैं दुनिया बाद में निर्णय कर ले पर मेरी कविताओं की तो आत्मा तुम हो शब्द मेरे भले ही उभरते कागजों पे हों एक-एक शब्द की वासना तुम हो तुम हो तो मैं हूँ और…
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He was returning. Helplessly. He was returning from a place where he had not been for the past two years. A place he tried to forget and almost forgot. Time is cruel and the compulsion it brings is crueller…
Why do we love something weird? Why do we love the writings which are ambiguous and take us nowhere but in doing that, take us everywhere? This is rather strange; this is rather weird in itself... however, our love for…