Closed eyes, peaceful mind, silence around and feelings unite. Closed eyes, peaceful mind, silence around and feelings unite.

The art of death is saddle-sore; yet to be cherished alone. The art of death is saddle-sore; yet to be cherished alone.

This is a poem on death. It is a series of events that the now dead person,experienced in his/her la... This is a poem on death. It is a series of events that the now dead person,exper...

Neither Birth Nor Death Neither Birth Nor Death

Snuggling under the sky, With a childish shy.... Snuggling under the sky, With a childish shy....

I don't need wings to fly Like an eagle, As in His eyes, I am an individual(unique) I don't need wings to fly Like an eagle, As in His eyes, I am an individu...