Like a feather in air. Led Zeppelin- Stairway to Heaven. Today, 44 years ago, Jim Morrison died. At the age of 27. Again and again! I am a Princess. An jedem Tag ein Lächeln. Knocked Over By A Feather. I will sink, before i swim . Unser Weg in die Freiheit. This is what I do.

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,.

To live on purpose, you must question everything. Your teacher is part of your dance journey, not your whole life.

Everyone is busy and running day and night . Sometime in the need of money we go the place that we never dream of. So why not we get the ultimate aim of life by doing so . The ultimate aim can even achieve at the home, in lawn but how? This is the matter of inner thought.

I must admit, I am a fan of slipstream writing. It allows you to play with your imagination, to twist and turn it into places you never thought possible. So I submitted a rather dark, slipstream piece to Neon Magazine, which loves such stuff. I was actually wondering myself if they would publish it. How Do You Classify Your Writing? June 3, 2016. My First Short Story Is Being Published By Litro Magazine.

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A heartbreak makes a better person. Dear Me, I am Bored Af. A Big Hellllllooooooo to everyone! Why do I get bored? 8211; Mystery yet to be solved. Show them what you are! October 9, 2016. Hey bloggers and viewers! The real key to happiness.

I poured the tea of sentiments. Into a cup of poetic talk with my friend;. Highlighting the poignant reality,. A man though seemingly liberal. Is imprisoned- in this world;. A jail with no iron bars but of despair. The barbarous society assumes the role of an obese stern jailer. That looks at a man with an insensitive eye.

Writings of a South Indian Boy. I am travelling to a foreign country after nearly 18 years. Yes, I too know that it has been an lengthy break from flying abroad.