life, love, THE LIEBSTER AWARD

THE LiEBSTER AWARD

And as the pages of the book fluttered in the winter wind, the alphabets escaped the pages and seemed to dance in the air. The letters are always liberated whenever someone opens a book to read, and the words and sentences create a world that encapsulates the reader, taking him away from the world to… Continue reading THE LiEBSTER AWARD

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death, love, POEM, poetry

THE CONFESSiONS iNSiDE THE BOX

  And the page lay on the grave, the dead seemed to read and absorb each word written on it. Nothing could destroy the ink, not even the overnight rain. There are things that remain, and have always been, always present even after catastrophes and nature’s furies, just like the letters on that page. The… Continue reading THE CONFESSiONS iNSiDE THE BOX

beauty, love, poetry

BE NOTORiOUS *

And in the dead of night, when the moon shone in all the brightness of the sun, and, in return the moon decreased the opacity, the wind from the broken glass of the window, where a memory of the stone that hit the heart of the glass remained, fluttered the innumerable wings of the diary,… Continue reading BE NOTORiOUS *