ABHI M
Abstract Tragedy
When our hands have gone cold,
Our wits felled and forgotten;
There shall simpler times grow bold,
For in shadows has beauty never been begotten.
A Quartet to ...
Children
The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday... The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday...
nice.. nice..
Emerging from the comfortable darkness, To a fraying, fluttering light outside, Emerging from the comfortable darkness, To a fraying, fluttering light outsid...
Such a beautiful gift given by nature.. Such a beautiful gift given by nature..
Two girls who knew how to live in the moment Two girls who knew how to live in the moment
The earth begs us to save it... The earth begs us to save it...
The only thing I could give you is my heartfelt words of thankfulness and of course some health advi... The only thing I could give you is my heartfelt words of thankfulness and of cou...
Whom did you kill today? Anger, Anger Whom did you kill today? Anger, Anger
And tranquility, in mother nature's womb. And tranquility, in mother nature's womb.
I bleed.... Red! I bleed.... Red!
I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart. I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart.
While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want to be younger... While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want t...
Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island with a golden color. Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island wit...
Under that Bodhi tree of life,... Under that Bodhi tree of life,...
“The bell above started to chime” “The bell above started to chime”
eventually became a rebel... eventually became a rebel...
She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?" She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?"
The moment my head hits the soft pillow I delve into a world of peace. The moment my head hits the soft pillow I delve into a world of peace.
However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart. However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart.
Listen my friend, my dear tree... Listen my friend, my dear tree...
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