Or, what of poetry?
Or, what of poetry? he once asked, Well, I said twirling around on the Sun kissed sands, It takes me to that faraway place, One where, there is peaceful bliss, an enchantment of beauty, where the weight of… Read More
Or, what of poetry? he once asked, Well, I said twirling around on the Sun kissed sands, It takes me to that faraway place, One where, there is peaceful bliss, an enchantment of beauty, where the weight of… Read More
Everyone is entitled to their own way of living. If due respect is given, there wouldn’t be an issue that cannot be settled amicably. Religion is a choice, it is not something that is to be forced upon. I believe in doing good. That is religion enough for me!
I dreamed of roses, The picture in my mind,So exquisite, That it creates, An illusion. This illusion; It is found somewhere deep within, In pockets that hold love, So intricately, So intensely, It creates, An illusion. This illusion;It… Read More
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