Something reality parting I wrote once..

Time v.2.

When I started the first activities in the morning, sometimes the brain is not ready to move. For that to know what things can be done to activate the brain in the morning.

A poem I wrote about lifelong dreams.

Limerick.

The sleepless nights.

God has weaved magic by creating animals, and particularly human. From a day a child develops brain in embryo to old age where he assimilates plethora of information in brain it is an interesting, joyous and sometime a pathetic journey.

In this poem of mine, I’m telling about the power of love over anger. Love makes one forgive their lover no matter how angry they’re. This shows the heart’s struggle against the negative brain of a hurt lover.

Limerick.

See what’s on my mind….