Up to now I still have to use my head
To tell you I’m mad.
I must ignore the turmoil...
It’s so easy to write. Just make your poems,
essays, stories, novels, plays, serious and
socially committed, as the canaille and...
Being in love has never been enough. Love caters to several wider networks too, like the societal acceptance. Yet love rises above from all such problems to make its place in the Heaven........no wonder why it is so beautiful!
In the face of death, some remain strong and go out with a bang.
Marvelling at the beauty when I was a child. I am ever thankful to mummy and papa for making ME happen. That it will never come back makes it so beautiful.....
This piece is about an abusive relationship I was in. Writing about the scars helps them to heal. I write these particular pieces in hopes that they will help someone in the same situation find their way out.
Old age means nothing to the man who adopts a still lifestyle only when he's dead. This is an ode to living life to it's fullest.
We often forget that the reason we are here today is because of the survival and reproduction of our ancestors. Our time now is very different.
Humans live among the tiny mice - we never truly know who our neighbours are!
The moon cast its pale light upon the landscape; Throwing an ominous glow upon mount Olivet: The vegetation on the meadows lays sprawled out And the grasses and flowers on the field thus mourn. Someone paid a prize steeply contrasting to His deeds.
first your eyes doing the job at me
after that, your smile
fills me up with glee...
Today, I was lost
Thinking about us
When we were in love...