These are the times to welcome a new generation That is quite a mindful of logics and innovation They travel light without toys of kiddy fascination But powered with mighty minds in heavy validation
CHILDHOOD
These are the times to welcome a new generation That is quite a mindful of logics and innovation They travel light without toys of kiddy fascination But powered with mighty minds in heavy validation
Cancer: the word sounds like a death sentence. However, to be a cancer victim or a cancer survivor is many a times an option one chooses. The suffering is definitely there but there are various therapies and disciplines of life that may help one cope up with the condition.
Time waits for nobody and moves at its own pace unhindered. Yet each person's perception of time and its speed differs owing to their circumstances as they draw comparisons.
the pearl is nothing but one's inner awakening. If one is conscious of one's true identity life can be as pure as an untouched pearl.
The urge for finding a world without fear is a dream for many peaceful people. A glimpse into what the world without fear would be like.
Humanity is craving for a new religion that is beyond the limits of suffocation, doctrines, practices and vices.
Terror strikes in Paris again, hatred that spreads without a gain. Too many causing innumerable pain, emotions through eyes a many they rain. Gone without a bye the dead and the slain, would they have felt fear and the pain? Why do peace efforts go in vain? Why do terrorists strike again and again? Oh, … Continue reading Terror Strikes
"Tread carefully, for you tread on my existence, You walk on the path of my sustenance." I hear that little voice in my imagination, of a being of God, his silent creation, and I look down as I am about to step, pacing to and fro, counting each step. It gave me a scare, oh! … Continue reading ONENESS IN LIFE (1)
Perky pretty, petite, purples so pious It appears the soils have practiced bias Amid the light and dark shades of green The Jacaranda spreads a purple sheen
Sikiladi catches the sentiment of a lonely tree through her imagination of its day to day observance.