Looks are deceptive, they don’t figure out the originality every time, so be careful in your purchases, quality matters more than the appearance. Musings of Ila Varma Sep.2016 #1linerWeds
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Looks are deceptive, they don’t figure out the originality every time, so be careful in your purchases, quality matters more than the appearance. Musings of Ila Varma Sep.2016 #1linerWeds
here Every night, she peeped out of […]
here Wishes are many dark n deep It’s all […]
It was her first voice audition Her voice had a depth It mesmerized the Director Without any second thought He finally hit Play. © Ila Varma 02-09-2016 Written for the post of Terribly Tiny Tales Image Credits: here
I am planning to winnow the contact list of my mobile as I feel I have blindly added people in friend list. Off & on, I find few indulge in abashing each other in group, spreading negative vibes and I am losing my mental peace for no folly. Musings By Ila Varma Written for the […]
Published in Praxis Magazine Online is pleased to present “Peace Poem, 2016″ The World is on Spin Booting with the tough cycles Ticking to disasters Trimming the blessings of nature Life cringing in despair Hatred has entered our lives Making it hopeless for all the life Chipping in selfishness and bribe. Let us lift the veil […]
With vindictive intentions, he handed him tart currency notes asking him to keep with him till he asks for it. He made the clippings to show to the world that it was an underhanded dealing and an innocent got trapped and framed under the law of taking bribe. He pleaded hard to scour his […]
I was on meditation, but incessant cry of an infant disturbed my concentration. I tried to ignore and turn towards meditation but it did not work out. I changed to casuals and followed the direction from where the cry was coming. I ambled around but could not make out. I stood at one place only […]