God be my guardian, I do keep My heart and soul, they are so pure I pray for peace, and sweet dreams, too I close my eyes, and let my mind wander To faraway places, where I can ponder The things that make me happy, and the things that make me sad I know that tomorrow, I will wake up glad Because I have God in my heart, and that is the start Of a new day, and a new beginning
When life seems to be a burden, And breath becomes heavy, And the world seems to be closing in, And there’s no way out, Remember that you are not alone, And that there are people who care about you, And that there is always hope, No matter how dark things may seem. So don’t give up, And don’t give in,And don’t let the darkness win, Because you are stronger than you think you are, And you will get through this,I promise.
The sky is a coppery hue, The birds are chirping in the trees, The temple bells are tolling true, The cool breeze blows through me. I sit on the steps of the temple, And close my eyes and pray, For peace and happiness to dwell, In my heart each and every day. The sun is rising in the east, The sky is turning a golden hue, The birds are singing their morning song, And the world seems new. I open my eyes and smile, For this is a beautiful day, A day to be grateful for, And to live each… Read More »Blissful Morning
Love is a lie, A big fat lie. It’s all about lust, And not about love. People say they love you, But they don’t mean it. They just want to use you, And then they’ll throw you away. So don’t believe in love, It’s not worth it. Just focus on yourself, And be happy. Love is a lie, A big fat lie. So don’t fall for it, Or you’ll be sorry.
Don’t ask how I spend my life without you For the time has lost its meaning now, And I wander aimlessly from place to place As one who has lost his way. The world seems empty and devoid of life, And all its beauty is a mockery, For there is nothing left to live for now That you are gone from me. The days are long and dreary, and the nights are filled with restless dreams, And I long for the day when I shall see you again And hold you close in my arms. But until that day comes,… Read More »Don’t Ask Me About..
My mind is like a river, Flowing ever onward, Sometimes calm and peaceful, Sometimes angry and spate. The calm waters of my Mind Reflecting the world around me, Peaceful and serene. But when the river is angry It rages and swells, Out of control. The river of my mind is always changing, Never the same. But through it all, It flows on, Ever onward.
A candle’s flame, a flickering light, In the dark of night, a single sight. The wind blows through, it makes it dance, A gentle sway, a gentle trance. The flame grows dim, it starts to fade, But then it’s back, a brighter shade. The flame dances on, it never stops, A beautiful sight, a thing of hope.
Shotgun Wedding is a wedding which is performed by a family to avoid the embarassment caused by pre-marital sexual relationship usually resulting in the pregnancy. To keep the pregnancy a secret and give it a legitimacy the girl’s parents has to resort to this kind of wedding. Such a thing was considered a taboo almost all over the world for one reason or another. The marriage date if fixed is generally preponed by the unaware parents. The wedding gets its name that boy in such a case doesn’t get away after becoming aware that the girl has become pregnant. So… Read More »Shotgun Wedding
Once upon a time many years ago…….. There were two charged particles. They came to existence within a short span of time to one another. The were wandering here and there. How do we trace their journeys in the time? Well scientists use cloud chamber to trace their paths in the space with time. This is a writer’s device so it can be extraordinary and perfect. From their trajectories it was clear that they had opposite charges but very far apart in the beginning. But their traces were of opposite slope and thus they were heading to a collision in… Read More »The Story of Two Dots!!
George Eliot was a leading writer of Victorian Era in the same league as Thomas Hardy and Charles Dickens. On the first thought, from the name anyone will think that the author is a man. But in reality it is the pen name of Mary Ann Evans. From her pen name everyone is likely to think that George Eliot was a man. She wrote seven novels: Adam Bede, The Mill on the floss, Silas Marner, Romola, Felix Holt, The Radical, Middle March and Daniel Deronda. Why did she adopted the masculine pen name? She had adopted this name to keep her… Read More »George Eliot !!