Paradise Isle

The scent of mimosa blossom on a Mediterranean morning..............
Cherry

That's Enough

Now ask yourself this, what world do we live in ‘Cause one minute you’re the hero the next a villain We got drive-bys and stabbings as a way of living

NAUGHTY BUT NICE?: an éclair to die for. Full Version

‘Time to meet St. Peter.’he said. The man looked frightened and puzzled. ‘What ?’ ‘No, not at the pearly gates, he’s here in this .’ The pumpkin face imploded

noise

unwritten like a blinding white piece of paper, empty as a dead sea-shell, within repeated false belief I repeat the feeling, I repeate the feeling, I repeat the act allowing other to re-open

hollow

tiresomely enclosed within the circle of silence as a butterfly with broken wings that hits against the glass of a jar insane barely alive with its last beats entrapped

Blindness

to breath in the stillness of summer sunset painted raspberry colour, I want peace placid sea surrounded with thrown about pieces of land,

PREAMBLE TO A LIFE PK ROUTRAY

The experience of an Indian boy from his village to an Engineering college. As viewed after forty years

An Adventure in Time With Dowdy and Sam II - Weathering the Storm

"Since we've become such good chums, you can call me Dowdy. It's what me mates used to call me."

DELIRIUM OF “A RETIRED LIFE” P K Routray

In the following delineation” I” stand for “A retired life”

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