It's book day. Books are the best part of our life. All books have different lesson to teach us. We get knowledge from the book according to our thoughts. It says books are the best friend of the human. The more we read more we get and more we can share. So read more get more and share more.
Happy reading to all.
If I am able to imagine myself flying high in sky,
Then books are the only airplanes for it.
If I can see far ahead than others,
I must be standing on mountain stack of books.
If I can think with more dynamism than before,
I have surely spent more time in library.
If I can remain optimistic,
Books are the prime fuel for it.
If human minds are rockets,
Books are the major propeller of it.
If I can improve my writing skill with time,
Books are my ultimate guides.
If flower garden is symbol of beauty and fragrance,
Library is epitome of Wisdom and Peace.
If we have to create better living in all segment of life,
Books are the firmest pillars of it.
Happy World Bo...
his hazel eyes
are wide like saucers,
serving his bitter-sweet
heart for someone to take.
his tongue is dry cake
not easy to taste,
his skin rough, smooth to love
and heavy to care.
his hair devilish and lips
are buttery thick, soft
and hungry for another.
The question isnt who will let me, the question is who will stop me!
The way Ayn Rand pens down about reaching out to one's goals and best selves has always impressed me!
This one is from her book The Fountainhead.
The Things I’d Do (Closeted)
You know what it’s like to kiss her lips and I don’t.
You were probably too drunk to even remember.
She told me she was too drunk to remember,
But her friends were sober enough not to forget.
The things I’d do for that memory he stows—
Just a sliver of myself prays
That I see your face when I turn a corner
Or see you standing there when I open a door,
But even if I were to, I would forget to breathe
For just a moment, but then
I’d choose to carry on by, unscathed.
Sometimes I wonder what would have happened
If I really showed up to your house that night,
The one when you begged for me to come over.
Luckily I was smart enough to tell that it w...
Inside my mind
Like a monarch
Between the pages
Of an old, yellowed book
Free to fly
With its beauty
Stuck in a story
That no one
Will ever read. JD
#butterfly #WildWondrousWords #AprilWWWChallenge
#BetweenThePages #AprilFalls #PoetryChallenge
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Book Recommendation on Lettrs.
Title of Book: The Bell Jar
Author: Sylvia Plath
Genre: Semi-autobiographical Novel, Coming-of-Age Fiction, Feminist Fiction.
Ratings: 3/5 stars.
You have been warned.
“The more hopeless you were, the further away they hid you.”
— "The Bell Jar" by Sylvia Plath
“I began to see why woman-haters could make such fools of women. Woman-haters were like gods: invulnerable and chock full of power. They descended, and then they disappeared. You could never catch one.”
“I was my own woman. The next step was to find the proper sort of man.”
“I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles t...
Book Recommendation on Lettrs.
Title of Book: Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
Author: Philip K. Dick
Genre: Science Fiction, Dystopian, Artificial Intelligence (A.I.)
Ratings: 4/5 stars.
The basis for the cult classic science fiction film, "Blade Runner" (1982) and its sequel, "Blade Runner 2049" (2017).
You have been warned.
Brilliant: Deeply philosophical, highly provocative (with endless probing questions) with its theological elements, absorbing, compulsively readable...
I consumed and feasted on this within a span of less than 24 hours.
The story follows a primary plot on Rick Deckard, a bounty hunter assigned to "retire" (i.e. murder) six rog...
When you randomly buy a book and then start to read it and you realize that it was just made for you, like if that book was waiting for the right person, waiting to be read like there is no tomorrow, waiting for a new home, then the connection begins...
How can you say a book is bad or good?It is up to you to find good or bad from them...It decides your nature
God , how many times have I wished , I could be a character in so many of my favourite books !! .
the story is not
and the book
All I want is...
A room full of books,
A partner full of craziness,
A never ending cup of tea,
A soulful endless talk with soulmate,
A never ending Road to travel,
A home full of family persons with no fight, no drama, no complains but only Love, peace, joy, happiness and better understanding...
The beauty of poker is that while luck is always involved, luck doesn't dictate the long-term results of the game. A person can get terrible cards and beat someone who was dealt great cards.
-A subtle art of not giving f*CK
They were two different souls,
She was fire and he, ice.
She was storm and he, calm ocean.
They both attempted to save the "us" part.
She with her fierce passion,
He with his emense wisdom.
He by creating oceans between them,
She by crossing those oceans.
What they both failed to realise was.
The fire and ice both burns!
In order to save "us"
They end up hurting each other.
Books as one nation
“Every nation has hidden history, countless stories preserved only by those who experienced them. Stories of war are often read and discussed worldwide by readers whose nations stood on opposite sides during battle. History divided us, but through reading we can be united in story, study, and remembrance. Books join us together as a global reading community, but more important, is the need for a global human community striving to learn from the past, creating changes in the present and persevering to implement these changes in the future, for our future generation.”
I just wanted to share with everyone here something that I am working on. It's a little book of poetry that is in the making process so there for is nowhere near finished yet. For this project I use the site Wattpad to create the project in digital form. If you would be so kind to hop on over and read what I have so far and comment on it and whatnot that would be greatly appreciated. Below is the link... :)
As he passes them , he suddenly stops...
And a deep feeling of loneliness mounts up on the shoreline as he was loves to be in the dark and read under the desk with his torchlight this was his place where he can think read imagine the layers of any thought his solitude was all he have of himself the joy of his books he saw and was going through all the books was passing through dark magic section when he suddenly stopped and felt like someone is watching him at first he thought he's just thinking but the second he turned a blow of cold air went through his ears and neck which gave him chills down the spine and then all of sudden everything became dead silent no air ethan colle...