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My World and the Real World. The biggest gamble of my life. March 8, 2017 by Keshav Ram Narla. This week completes 6 years of married life along with a beautiful 9-month old boy to show how wonderful this journey is and it all started with the truth. He was my colleague and a good friend. I was adamant, due to a sudden need for righteous.
Discovering the Lost memories of the Past. With the changing seasons,. We also have changed,. Only things that remain with us,. Left behind on the floating memories,. Are the reflections of our downs,. Accompanied by our ups,. Leaving us to discover the treasures of our past,. Like a floating body of water,. Those big moments of the past,.
A to Z 2014 - Poetry Types. Lost in the Myriad of Random Verses. A to Z - Poetry Types. Wednesday, August 12, 2015. I borrowed few more breaths,. From a smog of rainbow-less dreams,. Drenched in acidic scents of today. Was I blind or just a fool? Slowly melting into vapours. I borrowed few more breaths. A moment more, I lay there still,. And filled palette with surreal hues,. From a smog of rainbowless dreams. How long this pain can be nursed? The scars that even.
Thanks for this award! For the next poet rally, I nominate Rashmi. Glancing into the pondwater,. I see not the water beneath. Bursting with slippery life;. Nor the dark grey rocks. Looking coyly out from its watery throne,. Deep brown curls roll splendidly. Past two perfectly pink cheeks. Crown a smooth chin, shaped.
Welcome,dive into my ocean! I multiplied my assets but my liabilities rose too,. I now pray to have bigger hands to manage the two,. And when I had bigger hands- my imagination flew,. I grew with it in equal measure-displacing Displacement,. Gnawing at Reality, humming to enchanting Delirium,. An unsettling thought- would it be wise to seek,. When fame is the na.
Monday, July 10, 2017. Behold her, single in the field,. Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself;.
Thursday, September 17, 2009. Ik hoor de rap en besluit. Ik hoor en ik besluit. Woorden doen wat met me. Doen woorden wat woorden doen. Saturday, December 13, 2008. Denk niet, niet denken, want dan denk je. Wat muziek kan doen als het geinspireerd is. Een sieraad ben je een sieraad, Zijn plan. Laten we niet krampachtig leven. Niet op mijn schouders! .
A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful implanted in the human soul. Saturday, June 20, 2009. An Anonymous Poem from Iran. Friday the 19th of June, 2009. Tomorrow is a day of destiny. Tonight the cries of Allah-o Akhbar. Are heard louder and louder than the nights before. Where is this place? I wonder if God is shaken.
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