In A Foreign Land

Originally posted on Thoughts Of A Nyctophilliac:
Unknown city Unknown place Time moves fast At an unknown pace. White rooms Have slanting roofs Tall towers To look over what’s ours. Leaves turn brown The rain comes down The old stone still stands Pride and honour of this land. The night never sleeps Streets never end…

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The Grass Is ALWAYS Greener

A micro story – presenting  a untold part of my life, a experience. Today, I was walking down my staircase and I saw one of the students with a malformed leg. The First thought that came to mind was: ‘I wish I was you.’. That is something pretty crazy right? Me, a near perfectly functioning human was wishing that […]

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Exchanged Places.

“Sister , do you mind exchanging places?” The first thing I noticed was his hair , longer than the girl next to him. He was sleek, mostly like my batch-mates from the university. Bemuse… Source: Exchanged Places.

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They need money , not poetry!

Nice article ,everyone should read.   Poetic Justice—writing for Health and Emotional Freedom: Creating a Therapeutic Writing Program for the Chronically Ailing Poor Can they afford pen and paper? This is a book about poetry read more …from source. Source: They need money , not poetry!

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