City streets and culture often act as synonyms for the human life. When we wander through the lanes and bylanes of our streets, we tend to find in them reflections of our own life and soul. 'Blackened' is a poem about how the external can be juxtapos
Love, it either shapes a man's life or completely destroys it.
I’m in love again,
The color of my eyes yellow-green.
The same color is seen on my finger—...
May, I’m not made to use my head
But only my heart to say I’m not
What I am expected to be....