A friendly cool and quite a responsible INDIAN with a Eco-caring and Socio-responsible feel and proudly from the "youth" community. I am deeply trying tomake animpactin whatever activities i take up.. I do blog, Pen some poems.. Basically I am driven by my Moods.. I do express whatever i feel.. and I AM WHAT I AM :)My personal blog: http://vaibhavsrinivasan.blogspot.com/ One with a friend of mine : http://yoothindia.blogspot.com/ For Tamizh poems of mine : http://blogthamizh.blogspot.com/
Sometimes, I look for a door in the floor of my bedroom— even though there’s no such door—just because it’ll be such an awesome thing to have. Wouldn’t you want one? I’ll become the envy of all my (imaginary) friends.
The Door// By: Fareed Ghanem **** (1) The door; outside there is everything; flags and noise, traffic policemen, temptation apples, toothy eyes, ears calculating breath-bangs, tinny moon counting steps, cheeks which flower with love, ready to pass to oblivion, flattering
what is her fault? just ”being a girl”. Took her to the worst, left nothing to curse. No sense nor an idea, why and what is going on her. Calling out mom, wished hearts would really connected. considered her an
I hate the self-immolation of orange sex. Weather was leaving blue strings on the skin. Redemption was incomplete by sharing the legs Lips will not knead the ears. Like wakng in darkness for a passage to grief. Black moon will
All braced to face the day, The diurnal engine ignited, Gently revving up, Barging into the quietude Of the colony, With a daily prayer escaping His mumbling lips, As he steered mildly Into the road, To see a car pulled