Books, My Solid Troops.

Though I am alone, But I have won. There was a time, I join the sail of crowd, It seems obvious And only option. Then I turn my sail into unknown, I didn’t went to any special place, I went to people, Some of them are living, Some of them are not, But all of…

Agony of a Tree

I am a shelter for birds, They came to me, Sit on my arms, After journey of Freedom, Savour relaxation on my branches. I gratify their sense of belongingness, They are not mine, nor I am of theirs, But we are of each others, in this vast playground of creation. They don’t expect anything from…