Where is my vision? The unflagelated inosense of dreamslike a protagonist among treesmere a shitle rack over creeds roledesire of being, wore like a black stones, The game of mind, an invisible goalwithout a sequence, where to TollThe transcendent duplicity of sunflowerNow, it looks like an Unconscious shower..
Game of Unconsciousness…
A little regard to my favorite writer…
Hello everyone. Hope all of you are doing great. Today I am going to write some few words about my favorite writer which brings taste to my life. The writer is not that much famous, she had wrote some work on her blog page, which helps me a lot to feel my life’s different phases.
I am talking about YAM. She wrote with a beautiful emotional and realistic approach with depth and always some deep philosophical ideas lying in her poetry. But she also wrote some inspirational blogs just like my favorite one, about colors in life she named the color in a beautiful manner. I found another of literature thinkers and writers, just like Cindy George, Jeff Flesh, KK. But YAM’s way of writing approached me both. Even today I tried to use her style about naming the blog with dots…
While I was really at a very confused state, and searching for inspiration from different works and sites but one day I found a post with a title “If“, which feels interesting to me and I read it which remembers me my childhood then about her next poetry elaborated form of “Some”, one of the beautiful depiction of emotions and from that I start followed her and reading her blog. One can really relate to her poetry and words. As like I feel it. But even she post late like one in a week but its compensate the time and gap. Her artistic piece is the poetry named “Memories of life”.
Thank you dear for posting and sharing your words with us. And its my first post that I wrote for you. Thanks again and always keep going. Looking forward for your next post.
Philosophy of ‘Is’…
I cann’t hold,faces that was mold..I cann’t hold, untunned rhymes of my wounds..I cann’t hold,the shame of being cold..I cann’t hold,phases of being a joke..I cann’t hold,tears for my own cone..I cann’t hold, reckoned stake for stole.. Now,I cann’t find,the philosophy of ‘is’in my own role..
Philosophy of ‘Is’…
Perception…

Thinking leads to our way of perception which follows the path of our vision. Because when we see something then we have idea about something…
Perception…
Fairy tales in adults..
I once said, that I didn’t believe in fairy tales. Fairy tales never tell us that the princesses in the castle might be living an unhappy life. It also doesn’t tell us that a courageous Knight doesn’t win against the evil dragon and is swallowed up by the abyss instead. Those nostalgic stories in our […]
Fairy tales in adults..
I’m being me..so that you can be you..
I’m being me, so that, you can be you because there’s nobody who is going to be you or who can be you and I do not want you to loose track on what you can be, by trying or pretending to be somebody else. You can’t wait until life isn’t hard anymore before you […]
I’m being me..so that you can be you..
Lock to Link..

You’re my fear, which makes my tearshypothesis built shears, when it comes to near.. I’m a painter, who draws turns of life, effortless I’m a painter, who’s own painting is colorless…
Lock to Link..
What make colour a Color?
Color is life, because a world without color is dead. “Fire produce light, light produce colors. The tone gives the color a language, colors gives the sound body, from the spirit. All colors are friends to next colors, and lovers of opposite colors.Colors cann’t have too much craftsmanship, they should come from nature.I don’t like […]
What make colour a Color?
Memories of life…..
Standing like a shadowof no feelings and no tatoo,Ticking back my meadowof no soil and no tomatoo, Life of a plant as some rice,of some fertilizers and some fungi Life of a animal as some knight,of some Deadulus and some in king fights Life of a man as some coin,of some with legs and some […]
Memories of life…..
Essay on Myself…..
The day arrived when I boost myself and with all my courage, I tried to see myself in light in front of mirror. But I was shocked and striked when I find out that, I couldn’t see myself in light. There was light everywhere, but I couldn’t see myself.. When light goes down and dark […]
Essay on Myself…..