This is a collection of the poems I’ve written over the years. They’re about my journey towards becoming a better person and fighting for universal equality and solidarity and true collective liberation for all the people of the world.
Javaraya, the enigmatic Guardian of Death, has spent centuries guiding souls to the afterlife, believing love to be an unattainable dream for someone like him. His existence is a solitary one, devoid of warmth and connection, until the day he encounters Venus, a hopeless romantic with a heart full of dreams.
This story is a side story. It contains major spoilers for 'Serenity: Crossing Realms'. I recommend reading that first. Enjoy!
An early childhood friendship ended too short. Hikaru Akai now finds herself trying to remember what happened 10 years ago. And figure out who this ghost is that's following her around.
pyaar ,, ek ayisi feeling hai ,, kisiko bhi badal Sakthi hai ,, woh caste ,, religion ,, ya beauty nahi dekhthi ,, kabhi kabhi ek ayise insaan se pyaar hojathi hai ,, jisse woh ek baar bhi nahi dekha ho ,, woh ek baar bhi nahi mila ho ,, bus uski ek ehsaas se unke dil ki dhadkan badjathi ..
yeh story bhi ek ayisi story hai ,,
kisne socha tha pyaar mein barosa nahi karne wale Karan sherghil ki life mein ek wrong call ne pyaar mein Diwana bana dethi hai ..
chalo dekthey koun hai woh haseena ,, Jo Karan ke zindagi mein toofaan ki tarah aayi hai ..
Eric and I are the perfect couple. The young, strong, will-be soldier and the pretty blonde girlfriend by his side. Homecoming prince and princess. Children of the Empire. With everything stretching out for us to conquer and subdue.
Except we don’t want to conquer. We want to liberate.
And so, by the darkness of the night, we make our way out across the threshold of Eric’s vast house. And we step into our new beginning.
Through the forest. Through the river. Beyond the horizon. To the place of our destiny.
Ember was screaming. His people were screaming. His land was bleeding.
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This story is in the public domain and anyone can do whatever they want with it.
Once there was a girl. And she had everything. Everything she didn't want Once here was a child. And they had nothing. But they were about to have the entirety of the future.
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You look up. And there is no sky only blood.
You look down. And there is no ground only bone.
A girl walks through the night holding out a lantern. That girl is not you.