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"It's Christmas!!!" I jumped up in my bed yelling. "Mom Dad wake up it's Christmas.""Okay, Okay." Dad said not wanting to get up out of bed."I wonder what I got for Christmas." I ran to the presents wanting to find out."Richard, we aren't going to open the presents until dad gets home from work." Mom said putting her slippers on."When's that?&...
Silent Saga, My Conscience says, I am growing Coming up to the silent patch while rowing Silence is deep like ocean's trench Enchanting wisdom from ancient sageThe journey was rough but worth the peace I reached.From the road of broken dreams Entangled in troubled mind it seemsDarkness creeps in, and shadows grewIts was a long battle I fought and only few kn...
No one usually thinks about what happens to our earthly possessions when we depart. Those things that once brought Chrsitmas smiles to our faces, the items picked out with such care for our birthdays that the giver knew we would smile ear to ear. We don't think about that mohair coat we took 2 pay checks to pay for and looked so stylish in would show no value to others.The neon sign of our Footba...
The Dancing Monk "The dawn tears the cloud bladder On orange tray, the Ash scatters. The mystic aura, the enigmatic chants, Feel like Heaven on this holy land. On the banks of river lied an aged monk, Draped with saffron, wearing a red gown. Grey eyebrows and white bear showed age Wrinkled face an...
10.55The door of my room is openDownstairs my father plays an old song on his turntableOutside a cat is moaningI imagine it's probably moaning from copulationLet the needle scratch out the windAs well as my dirty mind ...
The morning stillness and the rays of sunlight breaking over the mountain, sets in motion another day at the ranch. It was just breaking dawn when I went to the barn to grab my saddle for the day's work ahead. It is spring according to the calendar, but the fresh blanket of snow would cause one to question that and argue that spring should be a time when meadows are covered with flowers and gree...
Ya se que esta web esta en ingles pero me gustaria contaros un poco de mi vida para desahogarme. Dedesde pequeña me an tratado mal,insultado,dejado sola, eso hacen mis "amigos". Pero hay gente a la que quiero un chico que siempre me ayuda y eso pero no es que me guste en ese sentido si no que es mi mejor amigo. Tambien esta mi otro amigo que no estoy segura de si me gusta es un ro...
The wind was blowing hard and cutting through my clothes like a knife through butter. It was late December and Old Man winter was here, this day. The day had barely begun and I was already wishing it was over. Most people associate California with beaches, sunshine, wine and surfboards, but they have never spent a winter in the mountains of the San Joaquin. I tried thinking of warm beaches, but i...
A sunny day, a hot, very hot, extremely hot day. I walk to the bus station and then wait there for the bus. It's 16:10 and it is the time when most of the workers go home. It's a crowded traffic and an extremely polluted air from all those vehicles circulating into this main road of the capital city. Since it's very hot and I don't want to get tired and sweaty, 'cause I have to go to work, I take ...
"so,what are we gonna eat today?"asked sharma,"its your turn na?""yes"replied pulkit,as they approached canteen."lets see what they have for us today. hope its not macaroni,i hate it.""good for me,i'l have the full plate for myself.anyway,somehow i feel today is my lucky day"said nikhil cheerfully,"i wanna sing banda ye bindaas hai....."&...