Where angels ruled and life was true, With honesty and love and faith and trust, Of summers and sunshine and smiles and giggles
Because there is a gypsy in you…
Meaningful it would be, to give thought to what brings that reigning moment for you? That goose bumps feeling when you hear your favourite song on a loop?
Escape
For me and you. Man loves, man dies, Subtle dreams in his eyes. Some are shattered, some come true, A soldier also has, but a very few. I feel your voice mild and meek!
THE MAN IN THE PINK UMBRELLA
He then gently got hold of my arm in one hand, held my umbrella in the other, closed his pink umbrella and led me towards our home.
My Muse and I on A November Morning
The void in my mind was the vacancy left by the muse and the powerful force of inspiration. My mind had been a puddle of greed and agony.
Wake up! It’s too late.
She looked at me with tears in her eyes, I thought I had effected her, but when she opened her mouth, my daydreams of our marriage shattered.
Fear
Next morning Nidhi was upset. She was absolutely uninterested in every work. I was also quiet. I didn’t want to interrogate as my soul drenched after recalling past.
The Night Before Exam
They started beating him mercilessly. Sagar, lying on the dirty road glanced at the terrified state of the girl. He closed his eyes as he writhed in pain.
THE SONG I CAME TO SING
From that moment, classical music and practicing for Indian Idol became life-breath to Kokila. Entertainment for her was spending a few hours a week on the beach or in a park with a couple of like-minded friends.
JOURNEY OF BREAKING FREE
There is this shallow purpose of life deep down somewhere,reminding you to embrace the change through the walks of the life. But the question is whether it’s worth it to do so and whether if ever cared about it.
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