We Are Living ..

We are walking, do you know ? Yes, you and I, With an infinitesimal soul Hiding behind our wide smiles, With egos crawling under our skin and Grudges measuring all of its girth, I doubt if We have enough sanity left, To forgive, let go and Acknowledge humanity's worth !


The Boy Who Reads 

​Know him, because a boy who reads understands syntax. Literature has taught him that moments of tenderness come in sporadic but knowable intervals. A boy who reads knows that life is not planar; he knows, and rightly demands, that the ebb comes along with the flow of disappointment. A boy who has read up on … Continue reading The Boy Who Reads