Riot in my head. A little bit of me, with a little bit of you. A little of the old mixed with the new. A little too loud, a little too shy. A little grounded and a little high. A little bit of sad and a little bit of laugh. A little bit of evrything i ca
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InkBlood at Geekfest Pune 2014. We were recently at Geekfest Pune 2014. All we wanted to do was to touch the minds of young people while using Art as a push to Poetry. We think the interaction was true to its meaning and brought about a lot of great Klecksography. The following links will take you to our Facebook albums for the same. You must look, we insist. Inked Art and Poetry Workshop. From a single trunk,.
An account of my days in Mcleodganj. 7 Nivedita and the last days of April. While sitting in JJI Exile Kitchen today, and devouring another bowl of Thukpa, the month of May has been running through my mind. While Jay started singing so.
One evening, as I sat at the veranda sipping my tea and smoking my cigarette, the colours and textures in the sky caught my attention. I rushed to the window and captured the moment. It was my first click since I got here . The wind blowing, the beautiful sky, pleasant weather, as the minutes rolled by the shades only got better right until the last ray of the sunlight hit the Dubai Marina skyline through my window.
Since Dumbledore took the last one away with him. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Was set on fire? Unsure. I had no answer to give. And settle at my feet. At the blackened remnants,.
Strange, unusual, rare; marvellous world invented by me. Fantasy or not, you decide. Hoping to see you down below,. Singing a melody in my name,. Swaying to the music of our love. Ask that He may fill you with compassion,. Ask that you may be humble not only in front of the Almighty. But the world at large. You look over at the sea with covetous gaze.
A Note on Christian Brides in India. Vintage Weddings on Bombay Brides. Bombay Brides is taking care of a baby. Hello diligent readers of Bombay Brides,.
The view from my perch. Cold and light cut through gray fog. First day of the new year. This morning as I awoke. I felt it was gone. No more stuff to lug around. Going to need a whole new wardrobe. Now that the rain stopped.
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Riot in my head. A little bit of me, with a little bit of you. A little of the old mixed with the new. A little too loud, a little too shy. A little grounded and a little high. A little bit of sad and a little bit of laugh. A little bit of evrything i caDESCRIPTION
A little bit of me, with a little bit of you. A little of the old mixed with the new. A little too loud, a little too shy. A little grounded and a little high. A little bit of sad and a little bit of laugh. A little bit of evrything i carry in my heart. This is my blog that highlights other works, for my poems and musings please follow me on httpmyshellecongeries.wordpress.comPARSED CONTENT
The site had the following in the homepage, "The Saddest Man in the Room." I noticed that the web site stated " Originally posted on Sink and Float." They also stated " The child flung against the cliffs, finally seeking refuge between cracks in the mountain. The scene shifts to fallen room wreaking of cigarettes and a sudden winter cold. He sits solemn on a chair with his heart in his mouth thoughts ablaze and a soul too weak. Not bounded by ropes or by cries of passion, the man wonders of distant hopes and asks if he will smile to the stars or glee to bees? Is the art ."ANALYZE MORE BUSINESSES
Writings from the dark side of life! A man in love. Tell me of a man in love,. The uneasiness he has inside of him,. Tell me of his affable dove,. She, who has stolen his heart from him,. Or must I know what is on his mind? Within the dark room of his memories,. Where every feeling had to bind,. Taking him through those ecstasies. To love, to hate, or just a little late,. True love we find once in our life,. Indeed some people have to wait,. Through their lives to find life.
One evening, as I sat at the veranda sipping my tea and smoking my cigarette, the colours and textures in the sky caught my attention. I rushed to the window and captured the moment. It was my first click since I got here . The wind blowing, the beautiful sky, pleasant weather, as the minutes rolled by the shades only got better right until the last ray of the sunlight hit the Dubai Marina skyline through my window.
A little bit of me, with a little bit of you. A little of the old mixed with the new. A little too loud, a little too shy. A little grounded and a little high. A little bit of sad and a little bit of laugh. A little bit of evrything i carry in my heart. To cry yourself to sleep. A martyr to it or not, the thought of it makes you cringe. Saddens your heart to no end. You beg it to stop.
Since Dumbledore took the last one away with him. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Was set on fire? Unsure. I had no answer to give. And settle at my feet. At the blackened remnants,.
Of June, 2015, almost 5 years since you left me here, all by myself.