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Dreams Are My Reality: 11/1/12 - 12/1/12

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Dreams Are My Reality. 8220;Dreams are like the paints of a great artist. Your dreams are your paints, the world is your canvas. Believing, is the brush that converts your dreams into a masterpiece of reality.”. Wednesday, November 28, 2012. Happy 4th Blog Anniversary! Today is my blog's 4th anniversary! I almost forgot. Thanks to a short conversation with Lena of the Colors of My Soul. Without that small chat over FB, I may not be reminded of how special is today! Like what is etched in my blog:. The th...

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Playing with acrostics | Inside Hema's Den

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Inside Hema's Den. 124; Comments RSS. Gloom over the dainty land! My feelings on a stroll…. Down the memory lane…. At the poolside…. 8220;Missing my heart”. 8230;A saga of love. On Gloom over the dainty lan…. On Gloom over the dainty lan…. Benji Barratt Clark…. On Rise to glory. Ramesh on Down the memory lane…. On Rise to glory. On Rise to glory. Ramesh on Rise to glory. Babu on Rise to glory. On Promise of a true bond! On SHE and She. Posted on May 20, 2012. Uxurious treat to the eyes. Like hug and kiss.

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Indie Ink |

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Indie Ink – Kelly Garriott Waite. Still Writing in the Margins, Bursting at the Seams. The Red Dress Club:. May 14, 2012. Millie sat on the back porch unzipping pods and thumbing the peas inside into the metal pot she held between her feet. She smiled: The peas made a satisfying thunk in the bottom of the pot. Afternoon, Miss Millie. Etta Mae stood on her own porch, a wicker basket of laundry held against her hip. Hot enough for you? I don’t got to shell no peas, do I? Etta Mae shook her head; reached in...

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for u...from me: INBOX

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I venture with my insights and play with conviction.:). Monday, April 2, 2012. Ntegral essence of day,. Lying there quantum of letters read and unread. Ews from all spheres, morning messages , jokes to laugh ,. And information momentous it encloses. Ridging the gap between miles,. Marking the tip and toe of a day. Ngoing action of composing and recieving,. Running round the clock,checking from time to time. Eroxing or scribbling, Creativity to compass,. Yep you have the inbox down written so lovely.

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Fairy Tails Club | thoughtspop

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A fine WordPress.com site. April 7, 2014. I chanced upon this wonderful site called http:/ www.fairytailsclub.com. We, as pets, had lots of virtual parties and celebrated every festival and occassion together, like Christmas, Easter, Halloween, St. Patrick’s day, etc. I was hooked on to the site. I would like to dedicate this post to my friends and furriends from Fairy Tails Club and tell them how much I cherish their friendship. 7 thoughts on “ Fairy Tails Club. April 7, 2014 at 12:35 pm.

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My World Of Excitements: April 2011

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My World Of Excitements. Traversing with my mind. Poem65.A 'Coma' In Life. A 'Coma' In Life. Looking out through eyes,. Hearing all with ears,. Smelling with the nose. Skin the touching sense. Why and why they stop. Really stop their step. When happens the 'death'. Why do they resume. But rebirth so magical. The "I" when out peeping. That feeling of seeing. Just happens to the mortal. This body, a rented home. Changing on its own. When "I" think of transfer. The end' ,we do loud yell . Links to this post.

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My World Of Excitements: October 2011

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My World Of Excitements. Traversing with my mind. Poem 71. Precious. To be among people. Watch ,argue,feel. Get angry, be sad. Wishing for all that. Being mentally a pauper. By world, should be happy. But not at all. If comforts bring happiness. Why does it play as a mirage. Just being in front of me. What is precious, dear tell me,. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). You can find here. There was an error in this gadget. My poem "Who am I? Appears on page 69 along with other wonderful poets.

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My World Of Excitements: November 2012

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My World Of Excitements. Traversing with my mind. Remnants for you,. But a treasure for me,. Remembrance of gone days. Childhood spent around Grandpa. The star of my small eyes. Red sofa, his favorite spot . Sitting there so majestic. Used to tell mighty stories,. And reading was a craze. With broad outlook, clever so calm. Never heard shouting but was strong. Ready solutions just in hand. That were days so filled with joy,. Love, affection there in air,. He, so proud to be my gpa. Links to this post.

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My World Of Excitements: September 2012

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My World Of Excitements. Traversing with my mind. Poem 85.A Magic Broom. Trying to assimilate the pieces. The burst-ed scattered mind . High voltage when passes. The bulbs sure get busted . Picked the pieces first. But realized it mundane. The parts where so fine. Need a magic broom. To gather the broken mind. Have to fix the pieces. To groom again fullest . Links to this post. I was going through. Blue water - a lagoon,. In a small boat, row. Just me and me alone. Was going, going forward,. Being back i...