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Limerick of the late.

Death from the vengeful glen,

Biding time in the barren fen,

Raking souls for his own,

Leaving none to groan,

The deadliest of the four Horsemen.



I create music and write for a living, everything I touch turns to gold. The more money I spend, the more money I receive. Abundance flows to me. 27 woorden meer


Reality wins again

was a
while separation
from you is stark reality


Burning Cauldron of Summer

Hot nights, boiling days
Anger bites, temper frays.

Clothes stick, sweat drips
Fans click, weekend trips.

Seaside splashes, kids squeal
Sand rashes, sunburn peel.

Straw hats, ice-cream soothes… 75 woorden meer


XXVIII - late night calls

Do not engage yourself, I might ask you to stay and to take me to places I’ve never beenă…ˇ where I don’t need to hide my old scars, where I don’t have to go chasing the four winds. 184 woorden meer

Understanding Mirza Ghalib's poetry - Part 1

Let me explain a few of Ghalib’s not-so-popular yet beautiful couplets

This is a picture i took when i visited the ” Ghalib ki Haveli ” in Balimaran, Chandni Chowk… 753 woorden meer