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- Down Memory Lane at allpoetry
When the wind whispers to me
A tune she borrows from the sea - Wounds at allpoetry
Darkness heals my open wounds
The flies do their war dance - [ Whither the winds of change we dream ] at allpoetry
Whither the winds of change we dream
Lost in the vocals of many a scream - Travesty of fate at allpoetry
Bombs explode-Bourses download-Time flies-Government lies-Everything unusual-Life as usual-Common man-the also ran-Pig in the sty-Lolling i - Kalyug at allpoetry
In this world that knows no tomorrow We steal,beg and borrow - Propensity at allpoetry
For the life lived in a shallow grave No air to breathe no death to have - Streams of Emotion at allpoetry
Behold the streams of emotion
From the droughty eyes - Dear Mom and Dad at storywrite
Dear Mom and Dad,
It is with a deep sense of gratitude that I wish to convey my heartfelt feelings to you. - No Hard Feelings at storywrite
What comes from your parents is love and compassion and sometimes healthy pity and sometimes unknown happiness in the form of serendipity..
Once you reach adulthood or thats - Comment as a Poet at storywrite
Poetry evokes myriad feelings in the mind of the reader.
It tells something more about the poet. - Poetry is a feeling at storywrite
Poetry can be defined as an art form in which human language is used for its aesthetic qualities. It consists largely of literary works in which language is used in a man - Happy India at storywrite
India is a country pillaged and invaded by every known empire in the world but India has never invaded any other country.
Herein lies the starkness of India and in it lies i - A Sweet Awakening at storywrite
My birthday falls on 20th August..each year!
I am a simple simon from India,in a city formed by the confluence of 7 small islands collectively called Bombay! - Animal Infantry at storywrite
The day was 20th August a rainy day with the cantonment city of Poona as the British named it was awash with a new spray of water from the heavens.
The day was not that much - Teaching-A Sacred Act at storywrite
Teaching is a hobby not a profession. Teaching is a passion. It doesn’t stop at the Teacher teaching the subject nor does it end at the student grasping it.
Teaching is much - It Goes On at storywrite
A poignant essay into the psyche of man and his expectations.You have mentioned this from the innermost chambers of your heart and the extension of the same into your mind.Man
