“But let me see thee scoop from heaven on wings
That fill the sky with silvery grittings”
– 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 deals with Poems,Writings,Book Reviews about all the things i get hands on, all the things that matter to me.