Drinking Bleaches

It is summer and it is perfect time to explore beaches But these beaches have gone out of reaches Cannot even saviour the grilled fishes Can lurk only in our own personal niches Near, far lost in transition listening to empty speeches Stuck in isolation, watching crap while drinking bleaches

Sins of the Holy

Born a sinner to condone everything so holy Though with every new sin nothing seems gloomy In the end, am I nothing but the lustful instrument To decimate everything that is sacred and permanent? Can I be reborn again as a saint to bring back His glory Or will the infernal manifestation last forever inContinue reading “Sins of the Holy”