My Story 2016

I gave up once,
I gave up twice,
Everybody gave up on me,
This wondrous time.

But I’m still alive,
Buckling my belts up,
Struggling with life,
And never giving up.

I veil my ideas,
For the bad people,
For all the vice they have,
Hidden in themselves.

Its good to live,
Without a living title.
Sprint in the daylight,
And pretend you never walked.

So, let’s live on,
And never give up.
Easy to say,
Easy to believe.

The Writer’s Age

Swagtam Mere Desh Evam  Videsh Ke Pathkon
(Welcome all my National And International Readers)

This place aka WordPress is a wardrobe of life retrospection, its meaning, its limitation, its implementation and its representation.
Set up in India, one will sure experience an indigenous taste,well translations will be included, my promise!

Why I choose this topic?
One has a right to make specific powerful plans yearly,so this project is my dream, by the name of which a very special thing will be entitled, I wish!


Be it the first word that comes to my mind,
Be it the idea that invokes me up from dead.

But I’m happy that it leads me on,
From this nothing that I’m living in.
And I’ll still be happy if it shall,
Not help me out anymore.

To answer this question, I’ll question me,
A daring old spark that once could have been fire.
The mistake he does to break away from a mistake,
At least shall find some courtesy to correct it once.

Yes, he be the leader of its own,
He be the firefly in the cold forest.
His lungs breathing hope, to be free,
At the end he shall not perish against the day.

Now that you say, clear words from where did they came,
Those untrue realities that aren’t now.
It’s the way to reach there, where you belong,
And you shall find it easy to make a public announcement.

Beyond all the dark hasn’t stunned the leader,
All the lightening that’s been a sham.
In this blistering night, he shall answer,
With the tomorrow’s tune of alarm.

– Yetesh Sharma