Identity lost.


Losing myself, With each passing phase, Building up the fake, Like a bow out of lace. Disappeared images, When I used to smile wide, Hiding deep inside me, The desire to be on your side. Struggling days, To heal my soulless mind, Which is disorientated, Don’t know where to find. Suffering amnesia, Hope it erases…

1/4th of my professional learning.


It’s around 2 pm, no lectures still decided. Still there prevails a huge suspense of where and who’s taking our next lecture. Each and everyone busy with the leisure time in anticipating plenty of important works like few group of girls discussing the latest gossips they might have came across, few girls playing Antakshari and…