Soar

I thought i saw a tree, all brown and grey Waiting endlessly for an unknown change There are those who write stories, and there are those who don't Then there is a me, who comes to truce, although there is no muse If only i could pause Should I look out for some light ?… Continue reading Soar

A rough freehand sketch Hooman!

I'm an ordinary manWho desires nothing more than just an ordinary chanceTo live exactly as he likes and do precisely what he wantsAn average man am I, of no eccentric whimWho likes to live his life free of strifeDoing whatever he thinks is best for himWell, just an ordinary man"~Reminiscing a verse from My Fair… Continue reading A rough freehand sketch Hooman!