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The American West was a notion, not a nation. It was a process, not a place. The native animal and human life of the West was displaced,... » Read
taken from my book, "Into The Direction Of Where"
I spread the dreams under your feet. Step Softly. As you are treading on my dreams.
Unity in human history, this is a tender act of a beautiful dream beyond description. I hope you will be its part and parcel for every day. :)
In your life no inner soul blamed for this heart beat may rest in peace with lifetime ahead when we contribute right wisdom in act for the choices you make and bake in the oven. This is not the end but starting point for all the tons of joy awaiting to be loved. :)
Poetry | Updated Dec 16, 2014 | Reads: 36 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a beautiful fictional narration on the roots of one heart in time. A word of timeless tale have been put for a suggestions like a puzzle. My character here is SAM who now is in the midst of KARNA and ARJUN in Mahabharata. The protector remains so hopeful in this aim that is depicted in...
A BOY AND GIRL IN 1950S LONDON
Poetry | Updated Mar 18, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
you know who you are.
Poetry | Updated Feb 15, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 11 | Likes: 25
By Sapient Love
Aden is strong willed, and I think I love him. But he is left with the challenge to face. I can't let him do it. And he can't let me get away.
This story follows the story of Edge, and the Spear that he utilises. Read to find out what happens. I will be adding colour to the writing soon, so keep checking.
This is an extension to This is how the world ends. It's a same universe, Same people, different time, kind of scenario. I hope this gives just enough insight into the previous story to peek interests, but still leave a tiny bit of mystery in the main character.
Refer to the title :P Please feel free to add your thoughts or any feedback to this poem :) Thanks for reading! :D
Beach is beautiful place in our country
By Jack Angus Golightly
A song written around emotional isolation and shared disillusion. My Father is an Undertaker and I am from London which should clear one or two of these lines up. I'm writing this for the people that are pushing themselves in the right direction and speaking up for themselves when they feel...
what is lost when a relationship ends
A true thing that sometimes happen.