“Passing through
Passing through A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading
Daily Archive: April 10, 2018
Rose colored glasses
Rose colored glasses Sin, gin and too many bad night. Once we knew love and tonight we have forsaken ykindness. I remember when, You and I, held hands by the Lake Clair and… Continue reading
I was condemned after I saw your face
I was condemned after I saw your face I was looking for the wide open road and some kind of freedom, and a pretty lady sat alone, on a barren road on… Continue reading
My Salvation
Originally posted on Megha's World:
This poem is in continuation of my micro poetry. Read Salvation. As I dance till my feet bleed the sweat pour out of my body as tears…