The Mind Of Me

Just a little introduction.. We're not sure how to break this news to you, but here goes: Santa is dead. The spirit of Christmas sure isn't, but the real-life saint that inspired the jolly holiday man is very much no longer living. This shouldn't be a shock to you. What is shocking is the claim that archaeologists may have found his untouched sarcophagus. Stay tuned to see if the tomb contains a red suit. Here goes the bomb... Turkish archaeologists are apparently trying to ruin Christmas. Jokes aside, this team claims to have uncovered a huge find: the untouched burial site of Saint Nicholas, the Christian bishop who inspired the Santa Claus character. Digital scans of St. Nicholas Church in Antalya, Turkey revealed a completely intact temple and burial site underground. This region is where the saint is believed to have been born. North Pole who? "We have obtained very good results but the real work starts now," Cemil Karabayram, the

Setting up goals as we know is mostly the easiest, compared to proficiently actualising them. Within seconds wanted goals and future visions swarm our head. Giving us the hope that everything would go as planned. Mostly everyone brag to their coming days every year's eve, bursting through their zeal, the renewed resolution and goals. Even as the slightest thought that things won't proceed smoothly suffices, they overwhelm themselves with hopes that this time, a difference would be made. As the 0:00 gong jingles, they bounce off the previous minute failures into the present quest to actualise ready-made goals. They merry the whole season, with their hearts living in wait for the kickoff, and ultimately dashes into debuting it's premiere, and actualising them. Within two to three days even until two to three months, they phase happily through the process of actualising long term goals, and stacking up the results of which they have realised. Afterwards, weariness s

A fantasy love poem. I held on to the bar and glided through its slide; It came past the fire and I pushed past the rocks; I passed through quaking fears and broken dreams; I came to a point where all hope seemed lost. The end seemed never coming; I saw it thinner and thinner into the forest; I ran out of vigor and almost dropped my hold on; But your voice sounded and reinforced my hope; When the slightest slumber sufficed, your whisper woke me; And hastened my way towards the spotlight; I had to get into the clouds, I need to be with the stars. At a time I was drawn towards the mountain; A very high mountain, it touched the clouds; Feeling ecstasy and terrified amidst the birds that cheered; I got to the top with only little time to live the moment; And was sent down towards the ground with brute force; I fell from the bar, and lost my grip, free falling; I tried to scream and call for help, But the air forcefully ; Pushed my voice far into my lungs, I coul