The Voice of the Blessed.

A benevolence,however hard it tries,Will always be extraordinary.Down,Down,Down into the darkness of thebenevolence,Gently it goes-the great,the tremendous,the singular. A recognition,however hard it tries,Will always be frank. Are you upset by how candid it is? Does it tear you apart to see the recognition so free-spoken? I cannot help you but stop and look at zany accomplishments.Never forget the unreasonable and flow like acknowledgements. Pay attention to the indebtedness,the indebtedness is the most mutual financial condition of all. Now reciprocal is just the thing,To get me wondering if the indebtedness is common.I was around 15 when this particular EMOTION Gratitude hit me to an extent where I understood the complete purpose of it. Lines of this free verse were fabricated subconsciously in me. Backstory in brief, I had succour

This is a fictional story written from the perspective of a boy.There are some people whose life story is written with ink of tears by the cruel hands of fate. And fortunately, I am one of them. I am saying that I am fortunate because the stories written with tears can never be erased by time and I am sure that even after my death, my story will live forever.The first chapter of my story was written in the eighteenth autumn of my life. I was a first year engineering student then. The golden leaves were whispering tender secrets to each other, making a rustling sound. Contrary to the tranquil season, the atmosphere of our college was relatively electrifying as our college was organizing the annual fest. Due to this, there was not much pressure of studies on us. Since no teacher was present in the classroom, we all were playing 'Singing jingle'. When my turn came, I started singing,Suddenly everyone became quiet. Then I realize

My empty words have been torn apart by my own selfish miseryI now cry alone, but your no longer here to answer me.I thought that you had loved me but now it only seems like yet another regretful lieI'm the one left to bare this pain, now unable to even tell you goodbyeI long for the memories of you, my last and final hopeAnd yet I feel each piece of me shatter until I've completely brokeEach attempt to move on is only yet another reminder of youClinging desperately onto delusions that you'd even want me back, tooDarkness once again falls and my world is still void of your lightAs your face invades my dreams with each sleepless nightI'm still waiting impatiently for fate to reunite us at lastBut no matter how hard I pray I can't go back to the past.It's now too late to return but I try to hold in my tears as I emptily sigh.Although The night is awoken by my own despairing cries.Thinking

There was a newly-wed couple. They loved travelling and specially visiting old cities and towns. Once, they decided to visit an ancient town. Now, there is nothing wrong in visiting old places, but one should never act smart and go to places that are prohibited from entering. The whole town was full of old temples, palaces, gardens, etc. that were full of beauty. But there was one particular area in the town that everyone was told not to enter. That area was nothing but a big Haveli (kind of a big and ancient building) with a garden in front and a large gate. The gate always used to remain closed and no one had seen someone coming out of that haveli.Now this lovely couple had planned a 2 day visit. They booked a hotel, but to their surprise, after reaching the so called "best" hotel of the town, they found it totally empty, with just one manager and one old man who was responsible to take care of the visitors. When they asked the manager that why was the hotel empt

 It was a crowded day accentuated by the beautiful snow. It was hard to believe that in a few moments, I would suffer a freezing death.I was enjoying jumping admiringly as Grandma chatted actively, like a short badger shouting brilliantly.The piano had crowded trees and a beautiful turret. It didn't look dangerous. Not even its rural lake warned me of my fate. I should have sensed the danger in its wall.I can still vividly recall the map coming down on my ankles like a squidgy newspaper - boom. My life slipped away.Only dearest Grandpa weeps for me. Death, All the memoriesAll the memories which are found, All the things around, I will miss you the most in my thoughts, You were the reason of all lot,I shall pray that wherever you are,You stay happy and blessed, May your soul rest in peace!