This song is a very famous song from the play Cymbeline. It simply means that you need not really fear death. Death is inevitable. Each one of us, be it royalty or the common class, everyone eventually will “come to dust”. All that we do and all that we become will lose its existence one day. And we need not fear it.
Parallel Worlds, by J. W. Cassandra. This sci-fi short story is written by me yet in 2004 but, I translated it only now. I can it share in 6 pictures. I placed it in a new volume of my short stories, titled “Valiant Dreams”. I place here my short stories of topic of sci-fi. Here I raise a question on travel through dimensions by an unsusal way – and on the probable result, from an unusual aspect. I share it in English and in Hungarian, as well.
Parallel Worlds, by J. W. Cassandra. This sci-fi short story is written by me yet in 2004 but, I translated it only now. I can it share in 6 pictures. I placed it in a new volume of my short stories, titled “Valiant Dreams”. I place here my short stories of topic of sci-fi. Here I raise a question on travel through dimensions by an unsusal way – and on the probable result, from an unusual aspect. I share it in English and in Hungarian, as well.
The muddlehead is a poem about a man who remains mentally confused, a little bit insane. He has a problem making sane decisions. He wears his clothes the wrong way, speaks the weird language, creates new words, is asking for wrong favors at wrong places. He is the man who makes everyone laugh. His story is everyone’s favorite.
Let me take you down the road where memories would run at a faster face than our heartbeat. COLLEGE LIFE!! Honestly, ambling into this 4 years of journey took lot of guts. I can see…
‘To Be in Love’ is an attempt by Gwendolyn Brooks to explain to the world, how the journey of their love story is going to be like. She beautifully explains how emotional roller-coaster this pilgrimage would possibly be for you if you truly fall in love with someone.
Victories come with a price. Here the ship may have successfully sailed through all the perils towards the victory, but the Captain is no longer alive to taste it. The captain, here, in this poem, refers to the late president of USA, Abraham Lincoln. The poem is written with reference to American Civil War of 1861-65.
The Mouth-piece, by J. W. Cassandra. My short story was written in 2009 yet. It belongs to my short story volume The Masquerade of Cycle of Existence. I wrote it by my fantasy, all resemblance may be by chance. I hope you will enjoy its sarcasm and special atmosphere.
The Mouth-piece, by J. W. Cassandra. My short story was written in 2009 yet. It belongs to my short story volume The Masquerade of Cycle of Existence. I wrote it by my fantasy, all resemblance may be by chance. I hope you will enjoy its sarcasm and special atmosphere.
Its true that we all wear the masks for some reason. But, the poet here has a question that why are people always so interested in counting our feelings hidden behind the mask. Why can’t they just take us with our masks? There is a reason why we put this mask, why can’t everyone just let it be.
The Tree, by J. W. Cassandra. My short story was written during the brushwood-fires of Australia. I recommend it to my dear friend, Ritika Nahata. The short novel belongs to my volume of short stories titled “Masquerade of Cycle of Existence”. This is its Hungarian version.
The Tree, by J. W. Cassandra. My short story was written during the brushwood-fires of Australia. I recommend it to my dear friend, Ritika Nahata. The short novel belongs to my volume of short stories titled “Masquerade of Cycle of Existence”. This is its Hungarian version.
The Tree, by J. W. Cassandra. My short story was written during the brushwood-fires of Australia. I recommend it to my dear friend, Ritika Nahata. The short novel belongs to my volume of short stories titled “Masquerade of Cycle of Existence”. This is its Hungarian version.
The Tree, by J. W. Cassandra. My short story was written during the brushwood-fires of Australia. I recommend it to my dear friend, Ritika Nahata. The short novel belongs to my volume of short stories titled “Masquerade of Cycle of Existence”. This is its Hungarian version.
The Tree, by J. W. Cassandra. My short story was written during the brushwood-fires of Australia. I recommend it to my dear friend, Ritika Nahata. The short novel belongs to my volume of short stories titled “Masquerade of Cycle of Existence”. Its Hungarian version I will share after the English one.
