Emotive box with a touch rendered by Midas: Whatever is clung close to has the power to translate itself into gold.

There is a strange thing about solitude. It can run and yet tiptoe as we hold on to our —

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Interpretation of the rhapsody of heart: Like a candle flame the poems flows in the currents of the air

Have you ever felt the rain perched on earth for long leading the petrichor to emanate from the bathed soil?

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Drip from the brink of life: With the sunrise and the mellowed dawn flows like a stream the mural of words

The artistic sensibility is infused with a plethora of snippets coming out from the snapshot of life and thereby the

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