Alive No More!

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!

Story of a Poet: #35. I am sorry I had no other way; but, die.

Its been some two months since I last posted a poem. I had written lots of those, but just couldn’t get it done. Things have started to slip out of this fifty ounces palm in a haste. Life is so quick. Another brick has fallen from the wall of life. Another year has been deducted. … More Story of a Poet: #35. I am sorry I had no other way; but, die.