Hope’s streak

​Beaten and broken;

Thrashed and thrown,

He neither seeks riches not desires them.

He’s crippled, but decorated with bruises;

He’s sagged, but adorned with rags.

He wants not your jewels and sparkles,

But just a ray of light’s existence.

-Sharangrav Samaga


Rising and roaring,

The rocks are struck.

The sand glistens with the tiny droplets,

Dropping a smile on every castelier.

And when the sky turns dark,

Every ‘friend’ leaves;

Riding on the receding waves.

And all that is left is your mere reflection,

For we are all and forever alone.

– Sharangrav Samaga