Eight years back daily thousands of Bengalis men used to walk towards shores where ships were awaiting for them.

A poem about a place I love very much.

A True Story:

Over a year ago, I began living the crazy life. I do not remember one moment in my life where I was not high, on weed that is. I had smoked once in a blue moon but wasn’t too fond of it.

A girl who is neglected and alone waits for death to fall upon her. She watches the smoke that comes near her and thinks back on her lonely life and to the stranger who looked at her once.

You Can Reap What You Sow…..

Short story about a dream of meeting the Grim Reaper.

Basically, someone who was my friend promised me he would never smoke pot. He broke the promise and expected me to live with it and forgive him. No one breaks promises to me and gets let back in. Anyways, relate and enjoy!

Don’t burden your heart
with ugly thoughts.

You came to warn me about my future.

It is nice to just kick back with friends and have a smoke. Everyone gathered around joking and talking while you smoke away.