Rings of Smoke

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

Rest In Peace,David

today,it is exactly one year since david foster wallace committed suicide and rid himself of this world.most probably you have never heard of him.only one in ten of you will probably have read anything written by him,and yet he was one of the greatest authors of his generation-our generation.if you have,may be you will join [...]

walls

Part-I we keep thinking, whether to talk, behind the veil of grey evenings and dystopic nights, sleepless in the dark, small lies and insignificant truths… i cannot stand this silence heavy with stiffness hanging between us like a faded portrait sepia tones of fading brilliance being lost in greyness small lies i think i will [...]

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