Rings of Smoke

These poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis.

assam

well..yesterday i got back from what might turn out to be my last visit to assam.i know it is the last time for academic purposes anyways.

its time..

its time i thought of you, again.. or may be not.. self doubts, wracking reminders of the frailty of my resolve.. time to see your face.. with the moon.with the stars and in the starts life takes.. time to muse,time to muddle up again.. a time to live and die.. with you..without..here and beyond.. i [...]

the city of lights

the child is gone,you face the music, how to spend these yearning nights? come with me,come with me, come with me to the city of lights… spend a life,celebrate a death, fear not the end that is nigh, come see the life,come see the joy, come to the city of lights… the city of lights,the [...]

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