Sailing through the river, A long line of boats I passed, With gloomy sulky faces aboard; None to give a smile. Fishes jumped up in their faces, No one bothers; Birds flew in numbers, No one looks up. Where they go, No one knows; Where they’re from, No one knows. We travel in this journey called life With people all around, Strangers we are and strangers we will be; Because, no one soul knows another Than a smile in the face.
Lover of Beauty and observer of Life. Open and frank. I believe that life is a journey where we find so many crossroads and our life depends on which road we take.Studied Post Graduation in English Literature from North Eastern Hill University (NEHU).Works for an Organization that promotes Livelihood options for the underprivileged society, especially in the rural areas.
An insider was asking: this was a very troubling question. Why a culture becomes sick, burns the book, and beheads a god? Forgive my loincloth. This century was becoming very hot till the nose bleeds and fills the cauldron of
The hawk was always hatching a pacer, to spin the surveillance, tampering the tracks of violence. The haul was heavy. Moon and fishes went on to spread the dragnet striking gold from the liquid denials. The sovereignity was violated of
From my pristine homeland I set out on an adventure spree Carving my own trajectory along Heading towards the fathomless sea . Having left behind the comfort of home I’m conscious of the hardships ahead Knowing well, there’ll be hurdles