For hundreds of generations I walked on this earth, thousands of times I revolved around the universe, busy worshiping the unknowable Gods, seeking the blissbare of heaven against all odds. where is she?I need her healing touch. untill I mingle into her soul,I'll search...I'll search...
Many wonder what exactly a Tissue Paper Poetry is! Well, it’s simply the spontaneous scribbling or short thoughtful writings done on otherwise discarded ubiquitous tissue papers. Making this a habit or a fancy hobby that friends loved and enthusiastically often asked for one from the other side of the table, I took it to my next level of excogitation by publishing a book as well as hosting a blog putting all the thoughts and facts here including the random discussions on the coffee table.
What are you waiting for? Isn’t it the time to enthuse yourself with Tissue Paper Inklings …
I have not slept for days... Whenever I tried to bedeemed recollections dances upon my mind. Splendid memoir of graceful childhood chance to gleam through the mist and ripples of time...over time!
O brotherhood!with a wistful smile I ask... Why did you loved us so much... 'Can you come again to us with all those snowy dreams?'
"twinkle twinkle little star how i wonder what u are up above the world so high like a diamond in the sky" Two soft hands coming from behind pushed the swing a little forward continueing the verse..."twinkle twinkle..." a lot of joy translated into smiles and giggles.
Sometimes ago,at the seattle olympic,nine atheletes,all mentally or physically challenged,were standing at the start line for the 100m race.
Everyone drinks From d mirage of lyf's desert
Great enthusiasm and angelic touch of diligent medicos Transform the magical bamboo-stick &carved stone into the magical reflection of the wonders of the world descended from heaven,transcending the celestial beauty Glorifies the mankind,perplexes integrity.
The Laureous laurels of mkcg the diligent medicos' round-the-clock vigil and idea of perfection reflected in today's "maa saraswati pooja". Our GH2 boys shine with d wonders of the…
Who says you have walked away? How can sun rise without you and make my day?
Skillfully veiled beneath the compassionate mask, stolen is faith's unfazed gleam