Unlike reality,writing fiction ...has to make sense... Simple observations about life in the form of short stories,poems and thoughts.It s about life and people. It's about you and me.
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Sands of time
The scorching sun follows me Hot dunes burn my feet I know you are waiting for me As I leave the last oasis. A grain of sand tears my skin T...

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‘Just a few days more & Barbie would be gone’ mama said coldly. ‘Don’t worry I am there with you always' said little Lisa consol...
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Nameless frames on empty walls, Endless roads on burning fields, Pelting rains and thunder squalls, Time watches the spinning whee...
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The scorching sun follows me Hot dunes burn my feet I know you are waiting for me As I leave the last oasis. A grain of sand tears my skin T...
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