Buried under the pages of times We still echo the rhetoric rhymes. We took birth under the shady Oak tree And multiplied whenever our creator was free. Our begetter had beguilled the readers for ages and beyond, Of the limpidity and crisp everyone is fond. The cynosure often ciphered with grandiloquence, Mystery unravelled when read […]

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You are art

To look into someone’s eyes and tell them that they are art, is in itself an art that few of us master. To make someone see the colours blooming inside them rather than drawing black and white sketches of their flaws, is like creating a benevolent masterpiece. To remind your loved ones that their love […]

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Its intriguing how we all desire to be ‘something’, and some of us want to be ‘everything’, yet none of us is contended with the idea of ‘nothing’. . . We want to cross the seven seas; yet we wont waste time frolicking in its joyful shore and breathing the salty air. . . We […]

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