The color of beautyBeauty is beautifulHer Color is whiteHer Color is blackShe can be blue, red, yellow, orange or greybeauty is beautiful Beauty is roundIs square, rectangle or triangleBeauty is figure one, two, three, four,…
I’ve always been fond of One but that was before I was introduced to the idea of more. Then I saw the second smile and I couldn’t remember a time when I ever loved just…
Have you ever heard the sound of silence? It often talks to me.
A great man once said, “I traveled the world and got lost, but I looked inside and found a whole world”
Explore the Best revenue model of the OTT platforms in India and understand how it would affect the nature of video content in this blog.
Have you been a victim of opinions? Opinions of those who don’t know. Those who don’t realize and have never been in your shoes. This digital art was created by me for this poem.
I was having trouble downloading the video link, because someone doesn’t like the truth spilling out. The elite control all the media. Please share this video ASAP. The more people see this, the less likely…
The name’s Benjamin Jacob Grimm, An’ I’m from Yancy Street. It’s on New York’s Lower East Side, I’m its greatest athlete! That’s how I made it outta there; A football scholarship! I ain’t no…
Sir Bertram was a skittish knight, Quite often prone to fits of fright! He died in service to his king, The victim of a rouge bee sting! Bertie was just a squire then. A…
I remember like it was yesterday, when you received the terrible news How for a while you were shocked, numb, in disbelief and mostly confused It was as if a war was coming, a war unprovoked, a war you did not choose A battle you had to get ready for, a fight you could not lose
An incredible miracle, carefree, and we live in it. Please, stand still and breath the generosity of the miracle.
Honestly, I thought I would forever be alone, And I would just live like that, But little did I know, That now, Now all is gone. When I looked at you with my own eyes,…
This is a Flamenca poem based on faith and what it takes for us to loose faith. Flamenca poem is a Spanish poem meant to resonate with the beats of Flamenco dancers.
This is dedicated to an old man I see often carrying scraps on a broken cycle. He had those glaring eyes trying to tell something.
Freedom Doing what you like is freedom Liking what you do is wisdom There is no shortcut to success Hence everybody can not reach stardom Power everywhere must be with responsibility A whimsical person can…
