Many times,I decided to pick up pen for raising voice against vice but didn’t get suitable ink of strength.Now,still I’m weak but inhaling breath of truth and my heart is stating this……….

A random scene, without a beginning…Or an end.

A story about how realization of death can move you closer to your God.

Its a poetry about the terror inflicted world.

Come home, I’ll always be waiting.

To understand a Dragons rage. Inside of me.

Safe radiation.

Hey, wanna know? This is fake but just read it for fun.

It’s easy to make an good smoke bomb with only household things!

Evil and its aftermath, with islam continuing its bloody history!