A 30 years old man.Working in a good organisation having all name & fame.But because of his closed one he lost every thing . A Hindi poem based on this.
The competitive world is so cruel , nobody can explain in words. The competition may harsh , but it will make you hard. Trust me my brother, it will be bothered.
Jumping up and down, arms flailing in the air,I turn and twist and fall,Even with people laughing I don’t care,Cause I’ve just learnt to do a gumball!
A small vault is found from a dead body that demands pass word,can this rookie officer crack and win the case or fail without taking a step.
The aliens tried again and again. They even replaced some of the participants with others. But, everyone was stubborn. This continue for a few days.
When I came near the tree I felt an unusual haul towards the path. The ‘uncanny path’, to be precise. Voices in my head screaming ‘do not turn’.
This poem is about that stream of thoughts which seem to have a plan of their own and make us a silent witness as we sit back and try to understand what the mind is telling us.
They called us Romeo and Juliet.But we weren’t any of tragedies because our love could never be a tragedy. We were of those happy-endings.
Large beads of sweat, the size of .44 bullets, now seemed to fall off her, scaring her into believing she was making a whole path to the place she was running to.
There. I have done it. An overwhelming sense of exhilaration and pride floods me as I look down at my latest stolen acquisition, sitting proudly on my palm.