Random Thought!


Gave a call, nobody can have a sight of it.

Even the death is feeling the cold nights,  grey pains.

Left me bide on this never ending sheer drops, still an optimistic to get a life from the ocean where the life is vary from the life of an outer world.

Sometimes even the connoisseur goes wrong,  the person is not god.


I write what i see, and feel what i breathe. Poetics, Realism is what i bathe in. Hope do i not that you see my words than just read?

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