Honour Not A Matter

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On The shelves September 15, 2019
lie my literature books.perfectly bounded neatly covered in brown. They are my proud possession, been with me for years right from my college days, Those days, how I read line by line the poems and dramas. how much I enjoyed, how well I performed, History Of English Literature a wholesome edition, a bit of a […]
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Not By Either Means September 13, 2019
One of a day without events , a kind of a drab, I see the skies. They look different, the bluish tinge is lost it is dirty brown, expresses no moves. Being a rare phenomenon, I squeeze my eyes , ponder deep. scan through the vastness. Unable to trace any life factor, I go through […]
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Heaven And Earth Together September 11, 2019
quite unusual. Looks as though heaven has become another habitation. where the good and the bad exist in a dynamic flow. In days of old the heaven held only the righteous, They are not to be seen so Heaven opens the gates to all. In the midst, the place of glory turns into one of […]
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Dreams September 10, 2019
I dream often in the nights while I sleep sound. I do have such fantasy while I remain wide awake in the mornings. None of them have come true. I hear many have realized their dreams . One of my relatives interprets with precision each one’s. I do not wish to disclose those of mine […]
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None Care About September 9, 2019
Transparency is an ideology , the most required one being very hard to find the world being filled with untruth fraudulence. Frankness, is idiosyncratic., a rarity as the teeming population are deceitful, masquerade and act like one who is most innocent and an epitome of all goodness. Possessing these two are virtuous but disallow fame […]
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Rockets To The Moon September 8, 2019
An afterthought perhaps, rockets sent to other planets in the garb of research, renders a vulnerability that being one of counter. Those from the Moon, and Mars invade earth with their tools National disharmony, international disputes, make the earth bleed, Disaster overwhelms, Not enough, Man goes knocking i the ethereal, raps the planets, swims into […]
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Dishevel Chandra September 7, 2019
A creamy white glitter almost a perfect circle. smooth and fluffy embedded in a dark non metallic like structure gleams with a brightness, not dazzling, catches the eye. Unable to take the eyes from the beautiful one, I gaze at the amazing feature. Not only I but many others like me stuck by the loveliness […]
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Politics And Prison September 6, 2019
Politicians. a strange breed,make and mar the nation they rule. Few of them, exceptions turn the land into a haven of peace and prosperity. Most loot and rob in speed empty the exchequer tear and tarnish the nation, Spouses fattened by power and money, raise a family with no morals Unbridled grows the man’s avarice, […]
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A Twist to The Tale September 5, 2019
It cannot be a fact, that breaks my back, makes me crazy I turn dizzy. it being a blatant lie emanates from the sly just an onslaught one being bought. Enraged I walk up and down. my eyes knot in a frown, I fume, froth and sigh with my head held high. Momentarily I am […]
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We Are Here For You September 4, 2019
Reluctant with myself a tinge of abhorrenceintensifies. I set aside the chores,a mood of contemplation,is on the anvil Of late, I go into moodsunknowing I succumbto exasperation. Fresh milk curdles, food turns stale.I lie awake. Doors remain closedcurtains are drawn days turn dark. Hours pass. I recline in my bed gazing at the roof. Rise up to a harsh knock […]
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