In good old days
Of my childhood,
When I used
To get lost
In the world
Of my novel
Imaginations
They used to call me
An idle dreamer
Now that I
Have grown up
And, whenever,
I get lost
In the world
Of my
Shattered dreams
They call me
A novel thinker
What they didn't know, friend, was that you were a "novel" dreamer... the only way to a novel thinker and writer... such a heartful pen, my friend... stay as you are... stay strong....
In Spirit,
Bear
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on December 21, 2003
Excellent, Bhuwan!
And I have to agree with Rage's summation,
as well as many of the others.
Continue your fine work.
Wonderful write, Bhuwan: it's amazing how ordinary people can't see the beauty in the thinkers and doers. Instead, they attempt to categorize them into neat little slots of degradation. Your excellent writing and your love proves them wrong. ~~Bonnie Q
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
Imogene, a country-bred girl, longs to make a life for herself in New York City. She joins forces with her former college roommate to start a movie production company in the big city.
Love Tinka
In Spirit,
Bear
And I have to agree with Rage's summation,
as well as many of the others.
Continue your fine work.
Best regards,
Leland
well thats one way of saying it, original thought is a wonderful thing.
Good one.
Mor.
HAppy Holidays to you and yours
Bhuwan!;-)
Excellent and so well done I love this one NOVEL Thinker.
{{{SMILE}}}
Thank you for the Holiday Greetings...
Happiest of Holidays to you sweet friend...
HUGS
LOVE LUCK
Lady Peg
Bravo,
Michael
Carmen
Have a Happy Holiday!
I wish you blessing large and small this holiday season, my friend.
Hugs!
Tami
Julie :)
HAPPY HOLIDAYS
WILLIAM
Nancy
Cleverly written
Love n luck,
*Linda*