Art · Music

The grave

The moonlight darkens around me

The wind remains roaring

Their tears start welling,

as my hand stops shaking

The trees remain swaying

As my heart stops beating…


Beauty · Friendship · Music · Poem · Quote · Writing


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Behind the sweet smile

are the untold lies

Behind that laugh

her life lies apart

How she wishes she hadn’t fallen,

fallen for someone who wouldn’t care,

How she wishes her heart was whole,

and not broken into pieces and sore…


Art · Beauty · Friendship · Music · Poem · Simple · Writing

Be happy

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Be happy when life makes

you smile and laugh a little

Be happy when you should

it makes your heart lighter

Be happy when you can

Happiness doesn’t cost

Be happy, Be happy

Happiness surely can spread

Be happy because

your smile might make someone’s day

Be happy cuz

happy smiles bring forth more happy lives…




Art · Beauty · Music · nature · Poem · Writing

Waiting for the message

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She sat by the window sill

waiting for the messenger,

Waiting for the owl to come

swooping down to her with eager


She sat by the window sill

waiting for the message,

would it be happiness and bliss,

or a package of wreckage?


She sat by the window sill

waiting for the message,

would it be a message of love

or that of god’s blessings?



Art · Music · Story · Writing

Seven stages of life-William Shakespeare

On our school celebrations, we students were made to enact a dance-drama based on the poem “Seven stages of life” by English playwright William Shakespeare.


Good themed, it was, it made me want to post Shakespeare’s poem itself here.

     All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.

At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.

Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.

And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.

Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.

And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.

The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.

Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.



Music · nature · Poem · Simple · Writing


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Showers from the heaven

signalling December’s beginning

The day breaks, cold and frost laden

beauty that it is feigning


A thick blanket of white

spread on the sandy ground

The firs standing head first

with snow piled on their leaves as mounds


Silver frozen snow of grey

dissolves all my dismay




Music · Poem · Uncategorized

The sing-song voice

I want to dream and sing aloud

But I wasn’t blessed to do that now…


No voice as smooth as a damsel’s

No voice as sweet as almonds

No voice to even speak nice

Ah, what a tragedy of my life!


The sing song voice,

I want it now!

I want to sing

to feel that mesmerizing joy

rising from my throat

To feel that burning fire of warmth,

and the songs to sing and things to gloat!