Tag: Literature

  • The wild fragrance of Jasmine sings no more. The amusing songs of nightingale bloom no more If you roll downhill in tears of madness and heartbreaks. Child, with just a tiny spark of understanding inside Your front pockets you’ll survive…

  • I thought I was a failure For a moment I thought Life has not been fair to me Maybe, I was not paying attention to The little things in my life that makes me Feel complete rest with the Earth-Maker.…

  • what good in a fall? someday, you will understand. you will grow up to understand that, sometimes, you need a real fall; crushing your bones on the concrete floor, breaking to pieces, like Humpty Dumpty, on the side- walk of…

  • see. faces of men, dancing in pale shadows of sadness. Faces of men, in quiet cemeteries; buried in worn out emptiness and poverty. beautiful cities of men, losing its glories, through decades of silence. we sadly waits for the birth…