|An ailurophile. I go gaga over cats. I love cats, vampires,zombies and aliens. Writing poems, quotes and stories is my passion.|
Everything was grey when she looked around. It was only then she realized that colours didn't paint her world.
#Word of the day : Stingy
If cats had to deal with money, they would probably choose to stay as STINGY as they were ,while sharing food.
Words to be used:
HOLLOW is the sun
with its rays
fast FLUTTERING WINGS.
The MOONLIGHT has finally made
it's way to the
PEACOCK green Earth
and has chased away
the light of the sun's little FRECKLES, it's rays.
The grass has turned from green to TURQUOISE.
It's photography day. It's been a pleasure to admire so many pictures clicked by several users on lettrs and the amazing photo prompts. I thank you all for sharing images and writing based on them. If there were no gadgets to click snaps, it would be boring, right? Who doesn't love photography? Photos are memories captured at the right moments,so keep taking pictures! Happy Photography Day, everyone!
#Word of the day : Eponym
My favorite EPONYM is to be "Machiavellian" coined after the name Machiavelli, who was an Italian historian, politician and diplomat during the period of renaissance.
Some feelings easily get broken, crumbled, ruined and drowned, yet some feelings stay strong, sturdy and rigid.
Words to be used :
Dear elegant PEACOCK,
I admire your TURQUOISE WINGS FLUTTERING in the MOONLIGHT. When I look at you, it seems like you're dancing with the HOLLOW moon. How beautiful can you be!? My! I'm wonderstruck looking at your beauty. The moon with craters that look like FRECKLES is RACING to dance faster with you.
#Word of the day : Dexterous
We're all DEXTEROUS in different ways. We've got to find out our dexterity.
#Catch the lie
#Truth Vs Lie
Find out the lie :
1) I'm a left-hander
2) I'm an introvert
3) I love cats
One bad thought is enough to poison mind
But one good thought is enough to refresh the mind.
We have minds that overflow with thoughts and emotions and dreams that are built upon fancies.
She was her own kind of mystery
Always visible to the walls
But invisible to the human eyes.
The trees have shed their leaves
The lamp posts are dim now
The lake is dry with no ripples
The skies aren't azure no more.
Dear Afrah Sheriff ,
Hi Yar... How are you...
Seriously are you a full time writer in letters ??? 😅
Coz when ever I open and see the letters app... At least I will one post of yours 😅 anyway writing are very good Yar... Made me feel how much I suck at it 😅...
Seriously its good and keep doing the good work...
Just wanted to say it..
#Word of the day: Nocturnal
Sleepless has transformed me into a NOCTURNAL being. Staying up late at night has become my hobby.
We can see the dark skies
We can see the grey clouds
We can feel the swirling storm
We can see the downpour
We can see no sunshine
But we should wait for the rainbow to appear.
The severity of the pain doesn't get reduced easily. Maybe we must learn to keep going inspite of the pain.
Walking down the noiseless streets that aren't crowded anymore
Emptiness surrounds the streets from every corner
Making its way in the minds of the residents
And Seeking horror by stealing humour.