Poetry

Destination

"I have started my journey long back . I can,now, see nothing but ripples of water The other side of the water may have a shore I just want to conquer that world I want to become the king of that land ."

Poetry

Forlorn …

Clasp me tight And set me free. Hug me once And let me go. I am the wine kept open And forgotten overnight . The aroma be yours Inebriated be you Even when I will be gone beyond the oblivion…. Would you drink me tonight ??