Myself
Have been to the new ray of hope — I a mused traveler, an Indian, a démodé brain by the
very origin, a draughtsman that works for a mechanical wing, the ardent reader
of fictions, and the appreciator of many written works. A painter who font of
unveiled Imaginations,
And what with me is multitudinous manias
that embark in the scintillate pathway of his mind. Creations are more often
reflects from the aesthetic gulf, that dare will work to anew, to write against
the creeds of the World’s present adamant —
I considered to be myself, the one who vows a
new cultural age, the dreamt passions are still athwart from the soul, wrote
his Non-fiction, a book called ‘Halcyon Wings’ amid solitude, that there was a quest waving in me since I enjoyed
the wonderful world of mysteries, it tempt —
as they were my own feathers of freedom to fly. There was a conflict in my
life, the agonies that overtook me in all the forms of its glimpses, the past
is a terrible dream that awaken me to rouse the effectual
sound of self pleasure, since no horror I ever obedient, I lost many happiness,
loss of many countenance —dear ones, relatives,
friends —though inevitable the nature’s deep philosophical will, that this
humble student still knows. My greatest author support website is
‘Cultural Book’ the platform where I started writing and
post my poses, they were
Of cultural values and the greatest roots of literature
there I found—is sure my pleasure.
About The BOOK
I rather denote it as I invented, a fashion of writing
with a fine stylus myself made, though had the perplexing brain, I implored GOD
for a great support and passion, then the ardent passion fumed with a cloudy surprise,
thus the creation came, though night by night strive, as a flow it came. The
book having hope, hopelessness, rage, warmth, God, love, Nature— that lovely
more, mostly and it’s all the forms of shifts. I left the home when I was
twenty-six and had a very changed lifestyle—who searched for reorganization and
knowledge stream, throughout this stint, there one life I unveiled and thought:
with Literature and ‘sound’ and my needle for the future of my mind, I found
the blossom from the rarest corner of life.. `Halcyon Wings’ was the one I indented
to grasp liberty in a very tranquil way, there inside painful elegies, also in
memory of my dear friends and relatives who passed away in the past and kept a
memory string that Joints you readers, if you will read them loud— those
written passages, as was the memory that— one, who never want to keep or burry it
in himself— but let another know how the painful terror overwhelmed through
the beaten tracks.
And now, two years had passed since the solitude
started, still wandering for new—the more knowledge towards the throbbing bosom.
For Partridge
Yours having a kind system that I love to appreciate for
the present success, as you had me to practice, the way of publishing was a
hard task when it came in the beginning — But now it is simple as a flowery petal,
and I respect your patience for all the helps that Ann Minoza, who was my
P.S.A, did for me. Great thanks for your undying team support and I give great
greetings to Amanda Dayham, the first proposal, which she brought to give a
firm and confident infirmity.
For the Aspiring Authors
‘The glory of your dreams still remains, only if you work
to find your thoughts to anew, it wakes you in bright light hours from the
undulating whim, and Courage never can be blot; it moves you from the exalted
sublime…work, and win the Gold medals.
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