If body-mind is the bastion your proudly claim How did you miss the breath which silently arrives through hidden gates? Singing the legend of time it gives more than you can imagine Until one day it abandons your riches and the bastion crumbles in the lap of time - The Last Nomad Check out books from the Insight Stories webstore.
As usual under his painted face And a façade of smile He was ready to make them Laugh and giggle, in his own style For the first time, he saw a face Amidst all the crowd Who could read his eyes and See the pain which was obvious and loud His heart lurched, and eyes smiled As his soul was full of hope Unimagined and wild But he was not destined To be happy and alive As his fate favoured None, the happiness nor solace However he may strive Once again with his destiny's wit And under the façade of smile The clown is now ready to make everyone giggle In his own made up guile - Anu Shah This posts was published as a part of the 'Words Can Heal' series. You too can participate and explore your creative side. To know more, read this blog post . Check out books from the Insight Stories shelf.