It was December 31st, 2010 and I was sitting in the Computer Lab at SZABIST 90 working on a group project with my group mates sitting on either side of me. They were working on their parts and I sat … Continue reading
Tag Archives: Poem
Times of Sorrow
I have recently lost someone very important in my life. And, the time that followed showed who was really there and who could be relied on. Sitting down, a few words just formed something in my head. This is a … Continue reading
A New Me
It’s the New Year and what better way than to start it with something I love doing. Right? So here is the first thing I wrote this year. Hope you like it.
A Heart Died
Usually words come to me when I am busy doing something else but just happen to have a pen or a pencil in my hand and a notebook in front of me. The same is true for this one that … Continue reading
The Only Choice
When words flow through you, you can’t help but pick up the pen. This was written last night. The light in your eyes The joy of your smile Touches depths of my soul Makes the suffering worthwhile The calm of … Continue reading
One day as I sat working on some forms to one day be able to live my dream, these words came to me. I had to stop my work midway and pen this down. Dreams are but guiding … Continue reading
Cat Who Got The Cream
‘She’ll be the cat who got the cream. ‘ That line came to mind while I was working on an assignment. I tried to let go of it but it just won’t let me concentrate on anything else. A poem … Continue reading
Suicide is a social stigma. A decision that is never lightly made. One random day, I had a dream that I committed suicide. And the following is what happened once I woke up.
Water In The Glass
Taking chances is always a risk and I am, by nature, a person who overthinks. And yet, I have been known to take risks. sometimes, I have failed spectacularly while others have brought success beyond my imagination. Likewise, love is … Continue reading
A Mirror For Me
To thank I friend for being always there for me, I decided to write something for him. I tried and tried, but nothing made sense. Then one day, all of a sudden, a compulsion to write happened. Grabbing a pen and paper, the old fashioned way, I set about pouring the words that were flowing through me.
The result is what you read below.