Last Resort
I can gift you a bullet if you raise your voice
My imbrued hands are louder than my voice
Only Grave can be the last resort of my bloody hands.
Category: Expression
Zion Via Lenz #1.5 – Tale of Corners
My city knows my every secret, My first kiss, My first crush, My first puff and those truths that I have never ever said even to myself. Similarly, my city has its own secrets...
Zion Via Lenz 1.4
“There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread.” ― Mahatma Gandhi Every year the grand festival of Bengali “Durga Puja” comes...
World Photography Day 2015
I’m a lover of photography and never categorized myself with any tagged one. There is nothing like capturing or “stealing” a moment. When I have Started my journey, seriously I don’t know. I love...
Zion Via Lenz #1.3
“Good Friday, a day for some to remember our savior who died on the cross for us.” On Good Friday, this year I went to many churches to be part of it and mainly...
Zion Via Lenz #1.2
“There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad.” –Salvador Dali My First Model I think census don’t bother to count her...
Zion Via Lenz #1.1
“Our world is one of terrible contradictions. Plenty of food, but one billion people go hungry. Lavish lifestyles for a few, but poverty for too many others. Huge advances in medicine while mothers die...
