Yes, you got it right. Spot on. I survived for two prolonged years on WordPress. You heard me, right? And you heard me right! Let’s get started with a Thank You as per the regulations say. A “Thank You” note from the bottom of my heart to every soul that has ever read even a … More Two years on WordPress!
As you grow old you start to forget two things: First, who you were. Second, I don’t remember. But, well! How does ‘Sad‘ really feel like? Is ‘old‘ really ‘sad‘? If sad was a person, would you not pity on his condition or hers? Does it not worry you to find out people don’t feel … More Alive No More!
5 is my lucky number. As everywhere, all we see, is 5. I made the number of winners to 5 too. Isn’t that amazing? So here are the 5 talking points… * #1. This questionnaire isn’t about science or any alpha beta gamma rays. So, you don’t need to panic or be worried about anything. … More Points Designation for The Batman Game
So, it was about time writing and finding a purpose in it. And I thought there couldn’t be a perfect time to have some fun along side. So, I started a game at my Instagram writing account @strangelyfriends It’s calles ‘5 Day:5 Question:5 Winners game. I’m posting in the rules and what it is about here … More The Batman Game
When you hear the name ‘Batman‘, what’s the first thing that strikes your mind? ‘The Movie’? Gawd. That’s nice but, you got to understand what I’m trying to ask. Intelligence? Yeah, to some. But, to me, it’s the whole world of selflessness. It’s rare. Very, very rare in today’s world. That’s why. I like rare … More A Poem for ‘The Batman’ fans!
A new day A new life That will stay With no strife. An eternal joy For the same old boy I wish you and a lot I pray ‘Cause its your day. From the same old friend For the friendship that’ll never end. A smile that stays forever I wish you success hereafter You are … More Story of a Poet: #12. ~A Friendship to Treasure-The Trio of Us~
#last #lastnight So, as I sit here on the verge of my monotonous nights, I have this verbose with my unfinished thoughts that I can’t synchronize with the blot of every drop of ink that foresee the blood through every sip of my heart. And I ask myself the same question over and over again_ … More Feels of My Blood
And all that has come down to in the end is_ My End. That end where I lost the most important part of me. That end where_I lost to myself. But, I’m not full of regrets this time. I’m not disappointed with me even. But, it’s true that I lost. I lost to myself. But, … More You never know the last time_you see someone!
Like a Raconteur, I was belittled and baffled by my misfortunes to my demons hurling and gazing at my foregoes every damn time. I burnt like an anthracite. Slowly and intensely. “What are you waiting for? Come with us“, they asked in a thunderous disturbance. “Death”, I uttered in a ruptured voice. And I could … More Feels of My Demons
A half century of English poetry here at my blog. Uff…*sighed* With every blot of ink outraged an enormous amount of passion for reinforcing in me a will to write. To write about all those things that I know I could have said to people. Some people. But, I did not. Not because it never … More Story of a Poet: #50 I could not love you