Growing out of Tragedy

View from Academic Block 5, Manipal Institute of Technology

Tragedy was nothing more than a word in his life.

He believed in growing out of tragedy in ways no one could fathom. He had his share of quirks and habits, most of his ways anyways judged my many.

He was someone who was burned down to ashes, only to take rebirth as a beautiful muse. He was a mystery and a beautifully broken poetry. The kind of poetry not many understood and liked.

He was broken in his own way. He had his walls build for foes.
Little did he care about the “rights” and “wrongs” of the society. He was all by himself for himself.

He was an amusing saint with the life of a sinner.



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