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We live in ignorance; the truth we don’t find, We forget that we are the soul, not the body and mind. The God that we seek in a temple or a church, Inside our own hearts – a place we don’t search.
When our one mistake makes our life hell and thinking about it made us so worry .Then we became unable to handle our lives, it gets looses and falls down .
Where do we come from ? why are we here? where do we go when we die? living an undeciphered life based on an encrypted existence of time and space.
I sat on chair number three now. I yanked the device on. Thirteen minutes in, past a memory of me meeting her for the first time at the theatre I acted in and another of me getting my first job,
Mind is the pre-programmed works without human activity, sometimes it works with human intervention, it may hurt or it may give happy, it is a life cycle of human,
Thank god for Sophie. She is different from the pack. She is beautiful and intelligent. I can’t decide if she is more intelligent or more beautiful.
Now, the term “living beings” require a bit more explanation. Plants are now objects of scientific interest which are located only in seven of the major laboratories
This English poem Highlights the importance of Books and declare them as a cultural Heritage which one must have to preserve for a longer time.
He woke up, startled, drenched in his own stinking sweat. He vaguely remembered visuals of his nightmare, though he could not understand
This poem is about that stream of thoughts which seem to have a plan of their own and make us a silent witness as we sit back and try to understand what the mind is telling us.