Ah! From past few months I am desperately struck with my ideas within my brain. Whensoever I try to jolt down the running thoughts, they never agree to stop and walk with me. With my fingers. And with the keypad of a laptop. With this, the aftermath moment goes in vain, becomes much emptier than anything else in this planet, sometimes even in this whole universe,
saroz
On loneliness
Loneliness— a bitchy, a hateful,
a fall-ING leaf
a falling leaf— ah ! a fall-ING leaf– whispers
You…
Mystic eyes, uneven hair
she is still in my stomach…
She is still in my stomach… Carrying her i wander streets to streets,
Whispering…
November love
Down the hills
I find myself down the hills And I can’t run for the miles Iwanna have hell to go And I long my life whatsoever is so. I find myself ev’ry person disgustin’ And I am the iron guy day by day rustin’ The hills are lookin’ at my condition But I don’t wanna mention To […]
Vagrant Person
I view myself As a vagrant perosn
Is Journalism Business or Service?
Some say journalism is service while others have urged that it is sheer an industry. People, having belief in service, would say that journalism is primarily for the society and its people. They strongly advocate on the behalf of the responsibility that journalists should undertake.