When a gust of wind makes everything invisible, The sound of its terrible motion; whirling forces… And then comes the heavy drops of water from the black sky… AdvertisementsRead More The wind
It was just droplets in her feet, it was just moments ago the soft water tenderly passed over her feet washing the sand beneath her. Nothing could have made her more blissful, the contentment couldn’t have been greater and it couldn’t have been so pure and powerful..Read More Washed off
The pages of the book lay all scattered in the floor, like her old memories which lay scattered in her mind. The lines in black all seemed blur like the faded memories..Read More Faded memories
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
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
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
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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