WISH ME GOOD NIGHT | SHORT POEM

At the edge of this world, I am waiting for your push. Push me off the cliff, Deep Into the abyss of death. Lament not for this is transient! Transient death we call slumber! Push me, Wish me good night Then wait for my return.

The backyard | Random thoughts

the backyard pencil drawing

At first, the backyard of my house reminds me of my own life – unexplored, unattractive and untidy. Surrounded by walls as tall as a 10year old kid and are made of concrete bricks, the backyard is a place to dump all unwanted things of my house. Since the cement-brick ratio seems like 1:50, the…… Continue reading The backyard | Random thoughts

Oh, what a privilege it is to be alive! | A short poem about wandering soul

what a privilege it is to be alive

To be alive is the greatest achievement. To have a body, exploring and experiencing the world are privileges that any soul shall wish for. Unfortunately, we take these for granted and explore ways to make ourselves suffer by adding desires and unrealistic expectations. We forget the myriad of happiness that the state of “being alive”…… Continue reading Oh, what a privilege it is to be alive! | A short poem about wandering soul