Instead of making a list of New Year Resolution, as I did almost every previous years, last year I decided not to do it. Fights and disagreements with my family- NONE. I visited my dream country. My sons are doing great at sch.

From a girl who lost her mind. How could you leave me this way? The more I try to forget the worse it gets. Your voice echoes through my mind like my pain echoes through this room. Oh how I miss you.

Replacing your neurotic misery with ordinary human unhappiness. Why reconstruct your history? October 18, 2016. We gave to the event at that time.

What makes you a better contender is when you strangle the fret inside you and augment the real solidity that fosters you. To be at the zenith of your success, you need to have the insatiable desire and not the tremor of hesitation.

The Society Blues in Poetry. The nights here are still cold, the rain never stops,. The sun hides behind dark clouds, frowning at times,. The strings are plucked, the voice is still the same,. No one can hear it, the still in the air remains,. Something is missing, my soul has been taken away. The words we shared, those endless days between us,. The vacuum called time, infinite, as it grows every moment,. I Can Write No Lines.

Insensitive wind opens an outburst. Eyes know what to expect. Common sense has no place. In my body or mind. The body a palpable mystery. So you think that you froze because you became a child when he began to unbutton? I desired s.

A poem is never finished, just abandoned. 8220;Everything just takes me back to when you were there. For remaining traces of you. I found your smile while sitting on. Your hair in her words about running away. In the rain from the rain;. The things you said in the blue lines. And your presence in metal boxes.

Magical World of Words or World of Magical Words? December 16, 2016. She was the song he wished to sing. She was the story he wished to write. She was the vision he wished to paint. She was the war he wished to fight. She was the place he wished to travel. She was the book he wished to read.

My moments started when I wore my first mask,. Oh what a beautiful day. The day I hid my scars,and blue emotions away. Since then, I started writing to my name a mystery,. Which was to never be told. Just a personal diary,where distress was stored. Pages of my grief were filled everyday. Every struggle and loss,veiled. And slowly I made up moments,. Moments which would steer my life on its own berm. The moment you mark as the moment of lost smiles.

A Thought, A Word and An Eternal Bliss! A thought,here and there. Words that breath life into them. A stunning novel based on the true story of how German war profiteer and factory direktor Oskar Schindler came to save more Jews from the gas chambers than any other single person during World War II. In this milestone of Holocaust literature,.