Saturday, April 25, 2015

I JOT MY BARE VERSES

‘Here I jot my bare verses for a worldly awareness while the universe is surrounded by an ailment called religion. I would yell louder than a hell could sound for a world which I belong and suffering to innovate a new episode for the future of universe. I had a dream that the world is getting free from its shackles of customs and rituals and men introducing their self-brain to the world to overcome the hurdles of life other than religious way’.


CANT TRUST ME, CANT TRUST YOU

  "The spirit fell into the dark pit of doubt:   cant trust me, cant trust you.’ Life’, the more a burn on burn feeling, the longing ...