RituparnaBhowmik

Death is certain but we determine our approach to it-fight or flight.Here I take my stand and reason for either side,what finally matters most is love

This is my song of life and the ideals we expect to achieve in a worthy lifetime. it is the perfect defination of my philosophy of life

often we find it hard to deal with pain and sorrow, and in the course we miss the essence of life. Here i empasize on the beauty of life above sorrow

we all live but hardy a few of us realize what is the meaning of life, find out if you can categorize yourself as alive..

What would you do if someone broke your heart. would you sit and cry - well i won't ....

life provides challenges and we fall in its thorns and bleed... but nature never stops... nor should we...

This was my first trial to write a novel when i was 15- lets see if you want me to end it...

I have faced dead and i still speak but not from my tomb...

read along to follow what happens...

I see you are interested as you read so far.. let me know if you want to continue.

who is Stephinie and why has she come?

we all fall and fail; but the faster we learn to get up on our own, the sooner we succeed

lost hopeless scared and devoid of rest... what happens next?

when we fail and blame the lord, but try seeing it as an act of devil- that devil who is in you

Are we better inside our well, or should we seek and discover the world? that is the ancient question which i want to answer in my way

"I fall upon the thorns of life, i bleed." so said P.B Shelly. but is that the end of this game ...

When someone gives you pain.. they receive twice the same. this poem is curved from personal experience...

Sounds play a determinant role in our life. sometimes it hurts our ears, sometimes distract us while sometimes it may turn back the pages of our life

colors of mirth and that of pain blend well to shape my life.

rebirth at a points aims at heaven. but i don't aim the same. i would rather return time and again for you, my beloved

the first song that came out of my partly enraged and partly broken heart

this is a dreamy depiction of what might have set us to desire and achieve by the dint of hard work [based on Adam and Eve's story]

Life must intimidate us at times with its bare pang of reality, but the one that continues the struggle is the one who lives

an answer to some whys and hows, written in my own hues

a jewel studded nightmare

Fair is foul, and foul is fair: hover through the fog and filthy air...

It's a journey that you might have fully covered or whose tedious ghasps are still left. Can you comprehend it?