Why couldn’t I see the light, when everything else was dark? Why couldn’t I see the smooth path which lay in front of me, but always searched for the path which was ever not taken? Why couldn’t I see the tall trees which always stood upright with high dreams, but searched for the shrubs which […]Read More Why couldn’t I?
Can a room provide a boundary to my thoughts, to my endless imagination? Living a virtual world with no real imagination, lifeless thoughts which can only exist in dreams.. Picturing the past and the future, with thoughts to change, with thoughts to make. Climbing an imaginary cloud, with a hope to see the world.. Can […]Read More Room for my World
Alongside the huge lighted church, was a row of houses. At the street it was half past 8′. The place was unknown, the street was unknown, everywhere was silence, only silence… Roaming around the street, all alone by the sea.. A cool breeze from the sea was blowing, refreshing my mind before the great sleep. […]Read More Sensation
High with the clouds, the clouds with endless line, like the endless thoughts of our mind.. Crystal clear memory with the faded imagination, Never so brief, where parallel lines meet.. Sharp edges define a shape, a shape with restrictions of the mind. There lay some moments to cherish, some moments to define with perfect words […]Read More A Writer With Many Thoughts
Book: 1984 Author: George Orwell Published in the year:1949 About the book: Winston Smith is a low-rung member of the party, the ruling government of Oceaina. He works in the Ministry of Truth, the Party’s propaganda arm, where he is in charge of revising history. He is but a small brick in the pyramid that […]Read More Book Review:1984
She is never lost, Always guided by her own shadow, guided by reflection of her past. But she is always lost wandering in the ocean of her own thoughts from her past which she cannot escape…Read More Lost in the ocean..
The lustrous sand, With all the bright colours; Or is it just the shiny dime? The yellow light above it, making its way through the small pores; And it keeps glowing until the light goes off behind…Read More The shiny dime
I believe the more we get to read and visit different blogs, the more we can interact with our fellow bloggers. Feel free to leave your blog/ website below in the comments section. If you have an Instagram account, just leave your account below and I will give it a follow.Read More Want me to follow you?
It is believed every piece of writing is like giving words to our imagination. We never stop imagining. Is it possible that creativity takes hold of our imagination or we define our own imaginations based on our creativity?Read More The Reader’s View-4
A place where you are considered as invisible.. You talk ,you shout, but you are heard by none.. You argue but nobody pays any attention.. Suddenly you find yourself nowhere.. A state of invisibility…Read More Invisible