How oft do you see men walking through the streets having eyes begging to be met. How oft do you see them roaming half-naked, not showing but showcasing their open wounds. Not clanking money in their pockets or whatever vessel they hold, but walking shamelessly, barefoot, with something below the waist. And with it they […]Read More Painting pictures of beggars down the street!
From one sip to two, from neat to bottom’s up, from being in a mood to get into the mood, how far can we excuse to drink it to death. Till the very last breath, will you still be holding a cigarette in your hand, and pour the rum down your neck. Shouting cheers and […]Read More Half filled!
To someday of bliss, when I just want to kiss the chances of risk. To someday of haste, when I’m just running circles to dye my hair. To someday of calm of serene hills and dark sky star gaze. To someday of time, when I stayed up all night turning pages, reading lines. To someday […]Read More To Someday
Moving on to next year with a new theme and more rhymes with lots of snaps. Thank you all. See you next year!Read More See you next year!