A sweetheart child Who was born too extraordinary, Was thrown out of the tribe No one to blame but his own gravity. The sweetheart didn’t know The science with heavy terminology, He made alone his own world That operates well in special relativity. Nothing could stop him Not even the hunger games, Then […]Read More RESISTANCE OF A SWEETHEART
While the environment is manipulative And life seems so dull, You are making it more useless By being a raging bull. Notice what you complain about Something which is out of your control, World would be better itself If you stop your angry trolls. Just sweat about yourself Else the environment sweats you, […]Read More RAGING BULLS IN THE PERFECT WORLD
When you were looking at me From the closed doors of your heart, I am yet wearing the same smile I had standing at your door with open arms. After all we were dreaming When you pulled me inside The closed doors of your heart to lock, I know dreaming makes us crazy do […]Read More EMOTIONALLY MINE?
In the chaos of many frequencies I ran abruptly To find my own room, The radio station of my mind When catched new frequencies Made me sometimes doomed. I left to discover The weight of the science For a finest broadcast, I found so many men And their frequencies To my radio station that […]Read More A ROOM FULL OF MEN
When you go damn serious With the new thoughts for learning’s sake, Beware of your brain You are may be cooking your own crack. Learning is a constant process You ignore while you learn something new, And meanwhile your brain plans to trick you When you are busy preparing the crack brand new. […]Read More SMOKING YOUR OWN CRACK???
All your thoughts in the brain Trick you with a trigger, Its not about the world Its all about your personal frontier. Its not about win over the world Its about losing to your personal frontier, With all stress, anxiety & emotional self The personal frontier keeps getting bigger. Life is all about […]Read More CHECKMATE THE PERSONAL FRONTIER!
In the calm subtle water When the stones are thrown, The stones get drowned Doesn’t matter how many ripples they had blown. Heavier the stones are More are the ripples and waves, Stones do settle in water To finally find their resting place. But when the rain is poured on ground With transparent […]Read More RIPPLED WAVES