Youth and Love in Bloom
Love, Love! Who hath bestowed on the power
Love, Love! Who hath bestowed on the power
The lake does glimpse of autumn mirth,Bluish waters with swan-whit hue see light,
O, when his orbs did first behold the sight,
He ran with haste 'til he'd no more breath,
He ran till breath did from him depart,
A love story so strong, of two hearts so bold, In a world that seems so wrong and cold. He ran up to the hilly gate with such haste, To find the one he was yearning to taste. The sight in vista entranced him with a powerful spell, She stood there in white clothes, like a snow-white shell. His heart raced as they gazed into each other's eyes, The sweet shyness told him this love was no lie. And the soft cool air blew through them both, Bringing forth a feeling deeper than oaths. He stepped and bridged the gap between them both, Wrapping her in his arms, she felt like a soothing cloth. From then on their flame only grew brighter and higher, The mystic music playing only magnified the fire.
Amidst the rustling of leaves and whisper of wind,
A distant memory, quietly cherished
Jack was a young man with big dreams and ambition. He had always been fascinated by the idea of time travel, and he wanted to explore different dimensions and universes. With this in mind, he spent countless hours working on an invention that would make it possible: the Time Machine.
गेसुपुर की गलियाँ आज सूनी पड़ी हैं.टॉमी और जैक्सन के घर पर आज सभी पशुओं का चूल्ही न्योता है.आज दोनों श्वानों का पाँचवा जन्मदिन है.कल से दोनों पहली बार विद्यालय जाना आरम्भ करेंगे.
I inform Your Excellency Government that in this emergency I intend to establish an interim government with Sheikh Abdullah to carry out responsibilities with that of our Prime Minister." These were the words of Maharaja Hari Singh which he wrote in his treaty of accession. The Maharaja had no idea that these words would lead to the forceful expulsion of Kashmiri Pandits in the future.
Benedict Anderson once said, “No one can be a true nationalist who is incapable of feeling ashamed if his or her state or government commits crimes including those against their fellow citizens”.
The dream is the dreamer's own psychical act.
And then Atharv got promoted," said an unusually soothing voice across the room. Anand's familiarity with words like "promotion" and "Atharv" reduced the scrum to about 14 people, but one of them - while the speaker had used the wrong tense in referring to Atharv, ending the story before he could leave their shared college years - was not a student I knew.
Jane was certain something was off as she watched the clock tick through the night. Teresa, who had been across the room, sent her a smile and a look that seemed to carry some hidden meaning. Jane couldn't help but wonder what Teresa was trying to tell her.
Oh, let us dare to embrace the unknown,
The darkness of night enveloped me as I awoke to find my hands and robe drenched in the blood. My mind was a blank slate, unable to recall the events of the preceding hours. A sense of dread and uncertainty filled me like a heavy blanket, overwhelming my senses as I pondered upon the possibility that I may have committed a heinous act whilst in my unconscious state. The gods may be my only hope for exoneration from any ghastly crime, if only they could answer whether it was an act of my own volition, or a cruel trick played by fate itself.