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Pebble, A Beauty?

 Pebbles, symbolism of beauty will make a perfect decorative piece. What shape they come in really doesn’t matter as you can’t really measure what some things add upto.

 
So, fill in a glass bowl with water and let the pebbles and shells float free. Life is beautiful. 

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Happy I am

It was amazing to see how the night before Christmas turned out for me after 30 years of my life on this wonderful earth.

I am happy and I don’t really know the y’s of it but yeah, I am feeling super cool, excited and no words to describe my feelings. I did some shopping for my craft work and also bought some cute cups and I wanted to share this beautiful moment when the clock is ticking 2:30 am 🙂 while having a sip from my tea cup.

I wanted to share the picture with you all 🙂

Merry Christmas All and Love you all so so so much.

Lots to write about. Signing off for now.

 

 

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Feeling beautiful

  

I am feeling beautiful on the inside too today; 

It is rather a blissful state of one’s inner-self when you have seen the world enough.

A point in life where my eyes love to see things that make me feel happy;

A stage where I just sigh when people around me gossip and smile is all they get;

Feel the Bliss 🙂

 Hold my hand and walk with me in this positive journey

My first poetry book

STOLE MY HEART

LOL!!! JUST HAPPENED TO COME ACROSS MY BOOK TRAILER AFTER QUITE SOMETIME AND GUESS WHAT?
IT WAS A REVISIT TO MY FAVORITE DREAM.
AND OF ALL TO WATCH IT DURING THE HOLIDAYS IS A WONDERFUL FEELING, JUMPING WITH JOY 🙂

HERE IS THE TRAILER OF WOE II

I AM SURE IT WILL DEFINITELY STEAL YOUR HEART AND SWAY YOU AWAY FROM THE ILLUSIONS.

My first poetry book

Hidden Layers – Wings of Emotions Vol II

A layer of indefinite reason entangled in the cob-web of illusion,

A mystical wrap of vitality glowed in the land of grief beyond hope,

The mirth of soul dragging you towards the edge surrounded by lies,

The waves of emotions sweeping you away from the garden of memories,

The deepest dark secrets lay lifeless in the solitude of forbearance,

The effortless promises rest soulless in the magnitude of resemblance,

The ebb beyond the tides of jealousy lay endless in the eyes of his pretentiousness,

The step on the path and the kinship of soul left her a secret that wandered through the unnatural quake of dismay.

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