Bedsheet, Rain, Mirror

Till morning nine to midnight I am saying I am fine. But my bed shit know How much pain do I bear, Cause it is the only Thing, Who feels my tear; And the rain Who hears my pain; And the mirror Who sees me crying.



      1 ‘Bullfight’ one of the widely popular games of the east is broadcasted on tv. Mr. Amzad along with his seven years old boy enjoying it on TV. And Amzad’s wife Rahima, making snakes for them. What a fight! None is ready to lose. A man waving a red flag in front … Continue reading Bullfight

Living Past

Lie we live  Every moment, of now  Made from dust  Dust that came from the past,  Though, we deny  We live in a lie. Every second goes  Goes to the past,  Every second of future  Is made from the same past.  The world is a living past  The world is a living lie,

City Never Sleeps

The city never sleeps. At night it just turns into something else. But city never sleeps, The fake smiles turn into tear; The mask just fall down, The people you know become unknown. The city never sleeps. If you think they, Maybe you never walkAt midnight on a road alone. I do, and I know. The city never sleeps. The city never sleeps. At night pain rise. Once … Continue reading City Never Sleeps