Poetry: Hari Bhagirath She sat alone in the throne of hope Weaving dreams in colors of faith. Looking beyond her eyes can see, Painting dreams that preached life. They sang to her the eloquence of life, Within the lifetime of unspoken hues Danced in the canvas of swirling tears, Drowning a world deep in her eyes. ...

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Macho King Randy Savage I had been a professional wrestling fan for over two decades of my life. For any wrestling fan, Macho Man represents the pinnacle of showmanship and excellence. Flamboyant, outspoken and high flying, Macho Man could never be replicated. Finally Macho Man pinned WWE and corporate politics on his way to legitimize the concept of Hall of Fame in professional...

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Past is the present for our memories I wasn't awakened or enamoured, by the truth that weaved my life. Choices I made and voices we lost, In the shadow of your eyes. Oceans apart but a breath so close; Felt the memories that strain life. Will there be blossoms to bring me alive? Would the blossoms to remember my tomb? ~ H.B ...

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When colors fade In a world of constant pain there are no colors but illusions. Illusions that blanket all our perceptions from which arise our definition of reality. Almost blurred among the physical and metaphysical realms we stumble upon a concept. A concept that is vivid and tangible based on the perception we embraced. When a million eyes are upon our destiny what...

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