Death of Dreams
The place guarded ferociously..
Garnished,Gilded and glazed vehemently…
Yes it was a death that was lived repeatedly. … Continue readingDeath of Dreams
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Protected: Rejuvenating the Hope Within- August the Spring
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Tiny, transient rain
In the recent thunderstormThe heavy downpour lefta tiny raindrop,hanging on for dear life.And though insignificant,for an instant,that tiny raindropcaptured a
My defiance
The tears in my eyesthe silence on my lipsthe cloud over my headthe weight upon my shoulders.These are not signs
Begone, o mind of mine
Conscience, that constant voice,cease for a moment thine eternal noise.I beg thee reconsider this pathof constant vigilance o’er acts of
About Rajeev Jonnalagadda
I write from a position of emptiness, and I write in an attempt to fill that very same void. I
My Mother
Brought into this World through her Womb.Like a seed planted in her Clay I bloom. I became her world for
The Mystic Self
Me I am passion…I am thought…I am thirst…I am conflict..I am a face behind the mist………………I am though ..who is
Hills Of Sand
Hills Of Sand , those little hands pile.Sea Shells they pick for crowning in style.They divide into rooms the whole
Mask
….May be I am laughing. May Be I am not….. Its as if I am wearing a mask I am