The girl who was never born.

When she was born , she was hailed as a prince To rule over all that her eyes surveyed But with what will she rule When she herself was pervaded With the shroud of a different identity! The world expected her to be different! She was named a boy. Her curls fought every month to…

My beloved Pandemonium

Colours strewn on the floor Pages left unturned Dust engulfs the furniture around Cigarette stubs lie burned. Smoke and stink fill the room Bed looks like a graveyard’s dome Donot try to clean the mess O mama i’m home.  Food lies untouched on the table All covered in fungus and moss And cobwebes fill all nooks and corner Of the wooden emboss. Shrill cry of raven…

Evening guys!

How’s it going? This is how it’s going…The pains of being “110 degrees” inclined “shob dik theke” with a “visual artist” are firstly he might on most probable occasions not find anything remotely “visual” about you.. then again since he’s “visually inclined” and visible to others you might not view him for long stretches of…