Studying in DPS Srinagar. Love to read, write and bask in the glory of Paradise on earth. I pour my soul out on paper. Nothing stimulates me more than intelligence, kindness and compassion. Hopelessly romantic (sometimes) solid listener (most times).
How beautiful is the Poetry of the ones
Whose hearts ache of last nights love.
That left them and their shirts,
crumpled on the bed sheets.
Like feathers of a willful bird,
Gotten hurt from a branch of home.
That now withers on...
The sun asked me a question that I could not answer,
He said "Why in the night lays awake the dancer"?
Even though he is awake under my light,
But why your mates are amazed by him dancing at night?
Hakeem walked towards the stove to put the boiling kettle down. As he took in the fresh smell from the kettle, he stirred the dull brown colored tea with a steel spoon. He walked towards the fridge and...
"THE ONE YOU SEE BETWEEN THE STARS".
Covered in a honey glazed, brown colored and oil scented fortune cookie was a piece of paper that read these words. The girl holding the piece of paper was rather confused about...