Fragile efforts

Like the breeze that blows The efforts for a change, so fragile Like the waves, receding lonely

Lonely rider #1

I don't get much time to sit and write poetries but yeah while I'm switching between evening classes, I notice many things and people. So while I'm returning home, it starts getting dark these days since summers have begun to end. It's not dark completely  but like ribbons of crimson melting down the horizon. Today...

Hey,

It's almost after a month and a week that I am posting something here. This was the first platform that I ever started writing on. When I see my first post I see there area lot of grammatical mistakes and the text was so simply written. With time I could see an improvement in my...