LitWeekend

A reflection on the works of Nicholas Roerich

I caught my breath when I finally sat in my seat in the flight. The journey to the airport to catch the flight had...

Lucid Dreamer

As the earth swallows each bones freeing its enchanted soul to a still world;It may seem to you that solitude is your only convoy...

Relief

I call this a regeneration of a flower.I feel a lot better these days. And I know I should cherish every bit of it...

Baking Poetry

I tried baking poetry todayI took a mixing bowl and gently let1 cup of words4 eggs of imagination250 ml of milky passion1/2 teaspoon of...

That year, dirty money began to flow in

That year, dirty money began to flow in. Some escaped, some tried, and some drowned.Some hated, some loved.Now these ones who loved-Their...

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