A Few Hundered Words
Originally posted on Plain paper:
Every now and then, you look around. Taking a pause from the busy life, you try to think on what matters in life and what not. The assessment often ends up burdening your shoulders and the heaviness in your heart irritates you. But in all those painful moments there is…
Making Sense
In this world, where we are Nothing but some tiny art Thinking and counting stars Where ever and whatever we are We don’t care about the scars When we are being dragged apart Into the abyss of broken hearts We are dreaming back to the start. © Akhand Singh, 2016 © An Empty Glass, 2016
Harbinger of Joy
The eyes have been a mystery for years and to answer all the questions it was amazing, how you used them without any fears Sometimes with a single word and sometimes with silence You always formed my integral part being my everlasting quintessenceThe harbinger of joy and the herald of care My lady, you’ve driven … Continue reading
Glorious Rides
Every night I gaze at the stars The glittering joys, the bon-fire of our hearts Together we are the one heart of life Humming the romance of our glorious rides The glittering candles the soulful perfume Embrace this moment for we are about to zoom © Akhand Singh, 2016 © An Empty Glass, 2016
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