My Drawing - Keira Knightley

Tried To sketch with Pen..

My Drawing - Joker from the Dark Knight....

Why so serious???

After a long long time, here's another scribble by me....

Walk Alone...

Walk Alone

I stand under the sky,
spreading my hands.
The cool breeze kiss me,
cuddle me with its tender hands.
I lay on the wet grass,
my hairs bathing with mud.
My body now wet and soiled,
raindrops descend from the sky,
just to clean me up,
and get me ready,
for the upcoming journey.
I get up and walk up the stairs,
then I see back to see myself,
with my eyes still closed,
lying on the ground,
and resting in peace.
I smile and continue my journey,
to the never ending eternity.
With angels by my side,
I was too happy to see,
the end of my lonely life,
but then suddenly,
the angels fly away,
leaving me behind all alone.
I smile at my fate,
turn back and walk alone,
once more with nobody,
with me on my side...

Live Out Loud . . .

Live Out Loud

Scream or shout,
Just speak out,
Whatever you need to say,
It’s your life, your play.
Think of now and think it fast,
Empty your mind, forget your past,
Don’t dig up that dirt,
The memories that really hurt,
Just think of now,
And plan of how,
To make it interesting,
And be the king.
Man, just cry aloud,
Speak your heart out,
Scream, shout, just go mad,
Give a smile, it’s time to be bad,
World had killed a lot of good,
Try to be good, they surely would,
Dismantle and corrupt you,
So why wait? You should too,
Burn it, raise the heat,
Crush it under your feet,
Do the things you want to do,
No one should force you to,
Step in his shoes,
And make you loose,
Your identity, your name,
Remember, your life your game,
Jump up or roll on mud,
Be mature, don’t be a bud,
Rise up revolt and be free,
Let this barking world see,
What the thing you have been,
A destructor, a war machine,
Kill them or leave them your choice,
Speak up now, raise your voice,
Don’t be quite, just speak,
Let your voice touch the peak,
Let this tough world hear,
That the winner in you is here,
Pick up a gun,
fire it for fun,
its your life, live it your way,
kick the world, let them say,
forget your uncle, forget your aunt,
just do whatever you want,
do everything loud,
let your heart speak aloud,
just speak up what you feel,
rise up and show your zeal,
be different from the crowd,
my friend, just Live Out Loud . . .

Minutes To Midnight || Prologue . . .

Minutes To Midnight - The Runaway

Minutes To Midnight - Cover page

Prologue :-

“Sir, where should I take you?”

“Err… Take me to the airport, and take the long route please. I will pay you extra”

“OK! Sir”

I don’t know why I told the driver to take the long but I just told… I think because I didn’t know actually I was to go or maybe to change my mind of going to airport. Maybe something else… but I seriously didn’t know where to go. I have everything in my life (name, fame, money everything) but I don’t have anything that a person needs to be happy (family, friends), nothing at all. That time I had nothing in my mind what to do.

I opened my bag and took out a book. The cover page showed ‘The child under the tree by Anurag Kumar’. This book was the bestseller in India, not only in India but in other countries too. And the writer was on seventh sky. Very rich, famous and loved by everyone and that was no-one other than me. Yes, I am Anurag Kumar, you humble servant. Some years ago I dreamt of all that I have today name, fame, riches and all such filth and that time I had something I dream of today family, friends, relatives and many such necessities that I don’t have now.

Six years ago I did something I am paying for till today. I wish I should never had done that. I wish I could fly back in time and undo what I did years back. All this started about ten years ago...

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