"Some days when I am able to pick a pen and write, I know I have been blessed."~Savita

Welcome to my blog. In my quiet hours I seek to touch the depth of myself and my surroundings. My thoughts that take form of poetry are just the scratches on the surface of life as it reveals to me. Wrapped in a delicate veil of symbolism and ambiguity these verses and expressions also fulfill my desire to share a bit of my self with others. I hope reading them would be as enjoyable for you as writing them has been for me.

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Terrorism

Terrorism has no religion, no creed
No nationality, no caste and no heart.
Just a radical maneuvering of war rules,
Based on poisonous thoughts, masked
In human mind of countless identities.
An acid thrown with vengeance
Upon decency from hands unmarked.

9. 28. 2015

Edited on 8. 7. 2016


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