"The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink." - T.S.Eliot
That day, my thirsty soul-drenched into the cascade of marvelous beauty. That day, my thirsty soul-drenched into the cascade of marvelous beauty.
This world is small and round, Your companionship reaching through the tinkling sound. This world is small and round, Your companionship reaching through the tinkli...
Though our past happiness is slowly fading, We still hope for a happy ending. Though our past happiness is slowly fading, We still hope for a happy ending.
That's my platonic love for him, That's my platonic love for him,
Suddenly a thought run in my mind of the past, I smiled and decided to rush home very fast. Suddenly a thought run in my mind of the past, I smiled and decided to rush h...
We were the creatures having a feather, Went to the fruit yards, school together. Sit We were the creatures having a feather, Went to the fruit yards, school toget...
My eyes were going to die in the chilling midnight, But some gigantic things appeared in front of... My eyes were going to die in the chilling midnight, But some gigantic things ...
Father was ready to work in the scathing morning, Gallows humour was standing beside his mind, ... Father was ready to work in the scathing morning, Gallows humour was standing...
She was the beautiful, benevolent daughter of her mother, Because she was the younger one among t... She was the beautiful, benevolent daughter of her mother, Because she was the...
From her very birth, the woman was unwanted. She was married off at thirteen and was forced to becom... From her very birth, the woman was unwanted. She was married off at thirteen and...