Shyeena Maqbool

Shyeena Maqbool

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Most of the time, my writing varies with my mood. Sometimes I write poetry, other times realistic fiction, and yet other times -- more often than not-- I find myself weaving complicated webs of intertwining worlds filled with magic and impossibilities. I never write what i thinkk. I always write what I feel. My writing is in itself an image of who I am, just as it is for many other writers. Writing is who I am and I am what I write. As, I believe, every writer is.

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Posted 14 Years Ago


From The Short Story A Christmas Dream, And How It Came True

From our happy home
Through the world we roam
One week in all the year,
Making winter spring
With the joy we bring
For Christmas-tide is here.

Now the eastern star
Shines from afar
To light the poorest home;
Hearts warmer grow,
Gifts freely flow,
For Christmas-tide has come.

Now gay trees rise
Before young eyes,
Abloom with tempting cheer;
Blithe voices sing,
And blithe bells ring,
For Christmas-tide is here.

Oh, happy chime,
Oh, blessed time,
That draws us all so near!
"Welcome, dear day,"
All creatures say,
For Christmas-tide is here.

- Louisa May Alcott