Friendship

A day to start with a cup of tea for vigor. A day to start by making a cup of tea for money. The cups and sitting on the bench with rambling talks to deal with has seen many faces and dreams. Yet nobody

I've got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry The baby to dry I got company to feed The garden to weed I've got shirts to press The tots to

Building Art. Shillong, India

With each minute passing by, hours turning into days, we are dying slowly. The least thing we can do is just breathe & break free from the shackles; anger, frustration, misfortune & death. What

" The question isn't who's going to let me, it's who's going to stop me." - Ayn Ryand. Pondering about thoughts and opinions that creeps in my mind when I observe the world around me, being a

HARLOT'S STORY Dwelling in my ivory tower, my pale face and bared skin glows in the dim light of the room. Imprisoned by fate, desired by many, yet taken by none. I pay my own bill, a high end harlot.

War Child The pungent odour of exploded bombs, The silent road of sorrows and desolation; etched permanently in my skin like a tatoo. Late nights, wide awake; hands pressed on my eayrs and douse the blaze

. . A day to start with a cup of tea for vigor. A day to start by making a cup of tea for money. The cups and sitting on the bench with rambling talks to deal with has seen many faces and dreams. Yet nobody

It is my sanctuary where I enjoy the solitude. Calm mind and sitting on the rooftop talking about our fears Soothing our wavering minds from all negativity. It is where we have found our solace to spill

RANT

. . . Hi! I'm Richie. You can call me Ritz. I would love to explore and understand the current situation where the world is heading to. I live in tinsel hillstation called Shillong, Meghalaya which is

As humans, we are still embraking on a journey, in search and want to know the presence of the divine soul ~ God. Taking a small example to cite from FIRE; it not only unites itself to what it burns, but