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i will not fallA Poem by Ceilidh HammI fear that i lost myselfthat i'm hiddenI feel what i used to be fight,to find its way outi feel a small sparkthat drives me to get back upwhen i fall.. |
PerfectionA Poem by C.WardPerfection Always trying to be perfect, After all this time is being perfect even worth it? Perfection always on my brain, The image of perfect.. |
The Path Of Right ActionA Story by ZerefKarma-Yoga is a path which is followed by everyone but not understood. Lord Krishna explained sacrifice in context with action. Path of idealism can b.. |
FallingA Poem by ZeeShanThe falling is a small prescription of attitude in the form of a poetry that everyone who fails in life must possess deep in their souls and minds to .. |
LifeA Poem by PriyanbadaBecause it's Life, Give it a high-five. Because it's Life, Do not stop until you thrive. |
Seeking IdealismA Story by ZerefIts not exactly a story. Its something I thought and discovered when I read The Holy Bhagavad Gita. I have many pieces of writing . This is Just a par.. |
Worldly IllusionsA Story by ZerefThe philosophy of worldly illusions and sense of object is huge but a wonderful aspect of life. To bring peace and spirituality one must control his s.. |
Let It BeA Poem by ZerefThe disturbances that life create affect our mind but sometimes we should tell ourselves-"let It be." |
Drop that fell.A Poem by ZerefIts a poem that would take you to a journey on a rainy evening. An inspirational trigger for your mind from the struggles of a drop that fell. |
Significance of Corporate Training ProgramsA Story by Able VenturesEmployee development is the collaboration of the employee along with the employer to improve their existing skills, knowledge and abilities as individ.. |
Just likeA Poem by Anushka joshiIt's about sticking to the last ray of hope amidst all the darkness that might be around you in any possible form. |
My dandelionA Poem by Anushka joshiJust like a person who looses his spark and searches for that spark, a dandelion waiting for a fresh Breeze to blow it's little feathers. |
Empty canvasA Poem by Ali chahineI use a brush. I paint with love. . It gives things life, And when I use that brush I use my own blood as ink.. Pouring, drip, by drip, by drip... |