“But let me see thee scoop from heaven on wings
That fill the sky with silvery gritting’s”
– John Keats
This is a mere effort, a sight which believes in the might of the pen and it’s ability to transcend voices to the places.
A variety of feelings which would go down the drain.
A reminiscence of events, hoping to bleak through the heaven, a heaven that resides inside each of us untouched, innocent and pure.
This blog would deal with my poems, writings and some book reviews about all the things I can my get hands on, all the things that matter somehow.