Posted by akhandsi on August 30, 2015 · Leave a Comment
In this moment, I see the past A life full of joy and love that was meant to last Playground, childhood, family and food Siblings, crushes, fights and school God, we grew up so fast Carrying the memories, here we go Walking, running to the future unknown Living a life away from home Stuck in … Continue reading →
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Posted by akhandsi on December 30, 2013 · Leave a Comment
Life has its moments The booze and the laughing sessions Few chicken wings and hot pizzas Love, laughter, emotions and early morning amnesia We are what we are, the bonds of an era Small pieces of beliefs and many promises of aura Moments of craziness and stealth of speed We are what we are, born … Continue reading →
Posted by akhandsi on December 18, 2013 · Leave a Comment
Maple leaves o’ maple leaves Show me the colors of love tonight Take me to the heaven of dreams The romantic rain and songs of joyous streams Candle light dinners with a bottle of wine Chocolate cake and chilling ice-creams © Akhand Singh, 2013 © An Empty Glass, 2013
Posted by akhandsi on September 13, 2013 · Leave a Comment
All around, round and round There is this feeling of happiness Like a wave of wind has just touched the skin Sensation carries the letters to the mind And jaw drops wide as she walks to the heart of mine Where have you been for so long? For a million of years, I have waited … Continue reading →
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Posted by akhandsi on August 28, 2013 · Leave a Comment
Sometimes I ponder about us You were always the cute one And I was always the stranger Then as the heart wonders Memories from past forces me to surrender Tiny little glimpse of those amazing days Knocks at my heart I open the door and let the breeze pass And from far away when … Continue reading →
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Posted by akhandsi on August 23, 2013 · 1 Comment
Friends of Times We were once together may be just as friend or something more but some things are never meant to be and we separated for our own reasons of being happy Sometimes you were selfish and sometimes I was maybe that was the fate or maybe not even the real cause … Continue reading →
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Posted by akhandsi on January 28, 2013 · 2 Comments
Did you ever listen to me? Did you? He says There he sits on the ground just before its time, Stares on his face, he notices the blankness Where was the concern dad? He says He counts the breath left Slowly extinguishing like a fading flame He closes his eyes Wake up! Wake up! … Continue reading →
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Posted by akhandsi on September 27, 2012 · Leave a Comment
It all started when David was 12 years old, year 2000 was rolling in and everything around was changing but yet roaming around with friends or without was his ideal way of living life. He would spend hours on the soccer ground then would sit with his little local gang consisted of all the children … Continue reading →
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Posted by akhandsi on March 11, 2012 · Leave a Comment
Inside a mourning house there lies a singing soul. Crying like an innocent baby for the things in life he wasn’t able to hold. A sudden change of season has brought this day and still the singing soul have not left away. Countless tears will now flow… Even the day will mourn … Continue reading →
