Way less trodden

The dark narrow lanes lead towards a dungeonwhere hardly a soul residesyes, a few do sans any hope of living without worryThe dilapidated worn out place was once a bustling onewhere the morning  chirpies greeted… Read More »Way less trodden


I sit amongst the heap of books in the corner of the shelf, immersed in the secret work to find out clues before it turns twelve. Each page brings a strange news as I flip… Read More »SECRET SHELF