Why does the Man not Cry?

Why does this Man not cry,
Always having an alibi?
Ever since, he left his teens,
Who knows where his mind has been?

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One last peg

And so it was final, we were going to get drunk after midnight. The mid-terms were over. All the plans and arrangements were made, and a bottle of whisky was snuck in, into the hostel. Our guards were up, we were on the lookout for Parida, the warden, the annoying one. But it really cracked… Continue reading One last peg

The Night Song

I watched the night, At her beauty I gazed. Through a window, through a frame, The frame the building had restricted me to, I watched the city. The city twinkled, crushed under the heavy unlit sky, With distant cars and streetlights: A thousand photographers trying as if, Trying to have the perfect shot, But each time, failing. I stared at the… Continue reading The Night Song