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It is in writing where I realise the power of creation.It is the only place you can give a speech in silence but with strange thunder and lightening .It is where a flower can be planted,blossom,smell the scent and wither.Only where I can create a world from a formless universe.Create my Adam and Eve,my Cain and Abel,my Noah and Ark,my Isaac and Rebecca ,my Abraham and Sarah name them.I become a god with angels and a Lucifer to destroy.The urge to write is the urge to create more.I take a deep look into my archive and see the many worlds I have created.Some are incomplete while others are exaggerated.Some scare me and wonder how I created them,some touch my soul and revive it,some I just don't mind but tear and burn.The power of life and death is in my hands.I thought of it in my creations.That is when I realize ,God,really loves us!Yet we are too weak or blind to see that.He bestowed strange powers in each of us.He being the author of our lives,He knows better and unless we let him complete His world we cannot remain calm.He has the pen and only what he wrote or writing will be.Imagine,a book with my name in the library of God,complete and ready to be read with all the pages edited and no errors in it;with perfect binding and hard cover,all the people, events ;ugly and juicy together.The angels in turns or each who has a purpose to fulfil in my life grabbing a copy and reads ,then executes what is written at a time.A meeting on the high table on the next move,trying to find why am behaving this way and that way ,only to find it was a whole chapter of my life,with anguish and confusion.If all of us is a book in the library of God, how big could that library be?All names from A to z.Dead,alive and unborn,all in different corners. How big and busy is the God's press?The publishing houses, do they rest.But then,God is the author and editor and is strict,perfect and right,nothing is hard or too hard for Him.Thank you God for your awesomeness.

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No one will ever remember my grave,
let me be buried in a community graveyard ,
without a cross.
Let no one write a name on my grave.
I want to be forgotten,
just like Iam forgotten,
the same way I have struggled with no one to care or worry about my life.
Yes ,
I want all of you to forget I existed,
it may be hard ,
if you must remember me don't ever cry.
I existed only for nothing.
My life is finished,
done and over Iam broken beyond repair.
Anyway forgive me,
I don't know for why.
IAM with the devil now serving my eternal sentence.
Am happy my fate is already decided.
My life is over.
Goodbye everyone.


It was quite a worry some day!
I thought,
The body was contacting the soul,
It has become a routine nowadays,
What is happening to us?
Emotions are rising high each day,
I ,the soul, am always suffocating within you,
The bitterness and anger ,
The idleness and indecision,
The pain and worthlessness,
What is happening to us?
It is too painful nowadays,
We seem lazy,
Of course, that is the exact word-LAZY
We wake up early  but aimless,
We then lack any plan,
We go back to sleep when others are gone,
When I get hungry I look for food and eat,
Am always tired and too emotional,
Am stuck here,
The mind doesn't seem any active,
What is happening to us?
Is it the end or beginning?
Where do we start?
I, body, am too weak!
I,soul, am soffocating!
I,mind, am lost in a multitude of useless ideas!
Let us have a nap may be we will be fine in waking.


Iam a woman,
a mother,
but one day I was just a daughter.
A dream in the making, Someone thought well and wished me well.
Today I wish someone else well.
Iam a woman ,
When I was a daughter only,
I had dreams and wishes,
I went to school and tried my best,
I wanted to be somebody,
I really tried.
Today as a mother ,
I belong to someone,
Does he understand my girlhood dreams?
Maybe or maybe not, Sometimes I feel am just a mere woman,
A person who only should take care of his home,
children and him.
Others make me feel the same,
When they wish they married me,
When they wish I could be the mother of their kids, Don't they see another fountain in me? Iam a woman ,
My dreams are not dead, They bother me,
When you see me quiet,
Am making a plan,
One day I will look up and move ahead,
I will realize my dreams,
I will make my girlhood dreams a reality,
Look at that woman,
In the pavement selling groceries,
Patiently waiting for a customer,
The woman sitting ne…