Chirping cerita

My feelings about having my soulmate back in my life.

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This poem shows the happiness we enjoy in a rainy day

Shriram Chirping Grove Bangalore Shriram Chirping Grove is set deliberately in the most unmistakable spaces of Sarjapur street, East Bangalore with an extraordinary availability to every one of the necessary community conveniences. The undertaking area will be at close distance to workstations, schools, universities, medical clinics, enterprises and IT center points making it the most wanted private focal points of the city. Shriram Chirping Grove area is flawlessly associated with great blood vessel streets giving a problem free drive insight to the inhabitants with splendid transportation offices set up.

Poetry from the brain of one SilentDream. Including imperfection, perfection, life, death, and love.

One day I saw a dream . It was too late for my work . I shouted , screamed . I saw sun had brightened, rivers had lightened

The inspiration for this little spring poem came from the pleasure that I derive from observing the birds in my garden as spring approaches. I consider them my family.

Depression creeping at my door, here one day and gone the next. The following is writings from the journey I've taken over the past year and on.

We are at a park watching the boats and sea we loved it!

This is a collection of my poems that speaks the ups and downs of a human life and how we should adjust sometimes in some circumstances. All our life's situations have been compared to the elements of nature and at the same time there is a great description of natural elements of our environment.

I lived in India from 1984-2005, and wrote to my parents regularly about my adventures in Indian ashrams. From 1984-1993 and again 2001-2005, I was living in Puttaparthi, Andhra Pradesh, and I am adding all of those my "Letters from India" book, which will mainly be of interest to those familiar with Prasanthi Nilayam, the ashram of Sri Sathya Sai Baba. However, from 1994-2001 I was staying at a wonderfully spiritual, quiet retreat called Shanti Ashram, and I am putting the letters I wrote to my parents while staying there, on this book. The ashram was a dream come true for sadhana. The people are welcoming, it is usually never crowded, and they offer separate cottages to aspirants. The rates are donation basis only. You can contact them for a visit or longer-term stay: Sri Shanti Ashram Thotapalli Hills Via Sankhavaram East Godavari Dist Andhra Pradesh, India 533446 Phone: 011-91-7382009962

hi!! this is my first story I kinda just threw it all together in a night so don't judge to bad :)) A 17 year old boy goes to the cabin only to awake to a empty white room. Should I keep writing??