How to make stronger connection with my spirituality? I request you to kindly appraise the write ups and critically comment. These comments will surely help me in delving and peeping deep in my inner recesses of my heart and come out with something noble and useful one. I heartily thank you really for everything. May our Lord be with us ever and ever and leave us never.

Death is depicted so easily in movies and in books. Is it really so easy to portray death? Can death actually be imitated? I think not.

Thoughts, essays, research and fun from a research librarian. Silver grey, shiny and cold is what I see, as I look out over my new world, shivering winters soothing spree.

Imagination is more powerful than knowledge. Diesen Artikel hat mir eine Freundin über Whatsapp geschickt und als ich diese Wörter gelesen hab, war ich ehrlich gesagt ziemlich geschockt, weil ich von den meisten noch nie etwas gehört habe. Und sehr schön finde ich auch das merkeln und die Claudophobie. Es wird ja immer gesagt, dass die Jugendliche sich gar nicht für Politik interessieren, aber ich denke, das Wichtigste bekommt man trotzdem immer mit. Die gesagt haben, dass sie sich sehr dafür einsetzen w.

Sitting at my desk, the wind carries with it the humdrum of life outside. The chaotic little shrieks of children playing just after school hours reminds me of my happy childhood where I played for long hours outside, till my mother came calling for dinner. The incessant blaring horns signal a traffic jam somewhere in the lanes behind home, leading me to imagine the frustrated looks and words exchanged by those caught in its midst. You see, I was convinced that when I walked under that .

Of the clouds, In 2017. We had our own sky. By floating, And creating. We need to clear our visions? Or, we need to clear the clouds? The sky is there. And will be gone no-where,. Until we are gone! What is the ultimate reason. To clear the sky? Or, To clear the vision? What is the sky? What are the clouds? Which ones are mine? And, which ones are thy-ne? Everywhere, so that we care, and its no rare, to include the clouds, in our prayer? Be aware of the clouds! And feel free to in.

If you want to be a hero well just follow me. I woke up with no memory. All alone in my bed. I stared at the mirror. A strange feeling in my head. An ant crawled up to me. You must be The Giant Ant. She led me to her home. Too small for me to fit in. She gave me a potion. To help me slip in. I drank it all at once. I remained a giant ant.

A personal collection of poems written extemporaneously. Always on my mind,. She paces herself well,. For she races against time,. She can run a marathon,. One could call it life,. She lives each breath,. As she runs swiftly,. One step at a time,. She runs with passion,. A rhythm in each stride,. Her heartbeats are the music,. To watch her feet dance,. Like a cheetah in pursuit,. A predator on the hunt,. She runs like the wind,.

However random it might seem, everything in this world has a pattern. Any resemblance to a real person, living or dead is purely coincidental.