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We can see this in the generations coming after the the Sixty Something’s of the early 21st Century, those of us who were born into a world of limited technology. For Millennia technological change occurred at glacial speed. Generation after
My imagination sets sails on lotus leaves and paper boats: for I never meant to travel far. But to picture The little Mermaid’s adventures along the foamy edge of ocean’s floor! My imagination builds nests high up in tall trees,
Another evening with hues of red merging into blue, blue morphing into grey, Grey turning black marred with tiny specks of silver I sit and watch this metamorphosis my eyes lusting for a streak of silver; a falling star –
My imagination sets sails on lotus leaves and paper boats; for I never ment to travel far. But to picture the little mermaid’s adventure along the foamy edge of oean’s floor! My imagination builds nests high up in tall trees.
There is not a space left to withdraw, For the eyes to draw respite From seemingly cornering stares That seem to hold me tight Not more intrusive than a sweeping fly That rests to tinker the open savoury A thought
Another minute without you, has passed, As sands pour grandly in a timely fall, And so did leaves that on the ground have massed, When they obliged to heed the Winter’s call; But wintry days lingered, to fill my life,
After separation from death rain-scented moon was rising in broken sky. Night birds started fluting one to another relentlessly; earth unjointed, was speechless, in failures we meet often, a little while. I was ascetic scaling blood pollution, the life had
I was holding my child and whispering Papa this time will get the blue angel dress she laughed and said guguggug… I woke as the bus stopped suddenly the acrid tyre smell hit my nostrils still sleepy was tapped and
To not knowing many things before entering this class, I didn’t imagine how much it is used all over the world. Any type of subject revolving around math is universal. From learning about points, lines and planes And knowing that
People appreciate your work when you die. Or they praise with grudging admiration. So my words make them envy, before I say goodbye, I might as well burn them alive. I cut box and add excit to ing, Inexplicable, take
Sound Many sounds Living sounds A world is built with sounds Who is speaking? There are emotions Is madness an emotion? The question A common noise Out of the endless loop of noise a sound emerges Can you hear it?
The mood was vile and monstrous, Gloom hung in the air, Walking on fragile cracks of emotion, Dare I speak in converse. Ridiculous to feel fearfulness, Of someone who holds envy within, Can we guide this competitor, To overcome the
Old numbers, lighthouses, baked bread. I open my eyes. nervous and irritable. Another day with vertigo. Five shillings grew lighter and lighter, the grinning letters, occupied me, tender and cool. Things change their colour, and die, The ever-increasing noise, the
Aspires every one for prosperity Some slog to achieve it on priority Some dreams to get it on charity One giving priority will forego life’s beauty One taking it easy will enjoy life’s serenity The successful one will die as
GIFT OF GOD Nature has gifted special gifts to mankind Attraction between the opposite sex is one such gift Intense Feelings between each other generates for no reason pin pointing the reason for mutual feelings ends up in confusion Negative
Work for your day – Satisfaction is what you ultimately crave. Die each day, do you wish to celebrate THE day? Laugh off every sting that penetrates. Deep inside it recovers and sprouts the ache. Laugh at the moment, for
Cannot stare coming on terror radar. Every night there was Celsius rise in deadpeace. The climate debt of a dark cloud was changing. What is going to happen, tell me blindfolded. We have a never or nothing attitude. The roads
Smoke billows and mingling with the dust rises, a solid choking mass that coats with dirty grey the shapes that lie so still. The silence, broken only by a tearful moan, uneasy on the waiting ears of those who stand
The weeping of a mother The hard, cold face of a heartless father Poor little you, barely kicking inside Mama is about to throw you aside Let’s not blame mama, good beautiful mama Let’s blame papa, for his empty promises,
Dear father, Have you seen your daughter lately? You are missing a lot. You have missed a gamut of Her cuteness. I see her daily in my classroom, And she is growing into A wonderful young lady. She is smart.
The legato of language and lingo, The dance of diction and dialect — Have you ever considered the difference A little letter or two can effect? Texture of tense, Savor of sense, The nuance in a sentence — What’s really
Once there was a lady who framed up a prince to marry. She arranged that her man be turned to a frog for her plan. Kissed frog turns Prince, voila! That was the magic formula. But the Wizard said: ‘No!
Somewhere and somehow, how and where I don’t know. But from ‘twinkle twinkle little star’, to the melody’a thing of beauty is a joy forever’we grow up. The past 15 years can be compared to the life of the ‘Brook’.
Love is laughter. Love is knowing that you have someone to turn to. Love is looking at her and thinking she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. Love is being silly sometimes, but that makes you love her more.
The lustre in her eyes tiffany blue Is as subtle as a miry leaf’s dew Her velvety, arrow-straight hair Dance charismatically in the air Her rosy lips, her dove-white face Spellbinds e’ery fellow, who gaze At her glitz, her beguiling
Dear Nikkie, Today, you are on the threshold of a wondrous world A world that will be fascinating, fun and lots of discoveries You are stepping out of your baby clothes And entering the almost adult world You may be
I remember the day that they stopped the clock, The day they told me your time had been bought, “We’ll make him comfortable”…those dreaded words, If there’s a “comfortable” way to die it’s absurd! I’d armed myself with so many
Today I saw the bird which I had always looked upon. Ahh ! Noble and Majestic,as evergreen as before. Her beauty which has always sought for the freedom, still flamed my mind. My world only left a flicker of her
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