It is said that love is blind. Literature is abounding with stories about love that have given flight to many romantic fantasies. These love stories have lured many young romantics to their fold. They tell the tale of two people …
My mind often wonders the Taste of everything bizarre. Dear reader this might leave you partly repulsed and flabbergasted. As I pen this down, I think about The taste of misery, a half filled glass, And the other half tasting …
Clenched wrists until the broken nails made a mark, rage controlled till my eyes got dark, Anytime the popped up vein on my forehead would burst was what it seemed like As we see the bloody metal-glass photo frame broken …
The melancholic waves washed off the sand beneath her feet, Wobbling off the damped pit She was struck by the trails of defeat, A flurry of air tangled her silky hair while she brooded her journey to the stars that …
Friendship means being together in both weal and woe. Friendship is the umbrella to protect you from the scorching sun. It is the only means to keep you dry in a gale. Friendship is not a friendship that alters like …
Peals of carefree laughter run in the wind like dandelions gently blown at by the lips of a child. He thrusts his legs forward daring the makeshift swing to sway higher, as his sister calls caution from the side. Never …
We’re sharing more of our lives than ever before on social media. Almost 7 in 10 Americans reported using Facebook in 2019. Instagram is less popular at 37 percent. However, younger people are more likely to use Instagram, while people …
A rural lady With her ten year old baby Comes in the market Wearing old chappal in feet and ghaghra- lugdi on body While daughter in salwar-suit Both are walking on the road Without any fear of heat strokes of …
I saw you on a winter’s evening Standing on a edge of a cliff Cheeks painted rose red shining your eyes glistening with tears As it trickles down your cheeks What did you see over the ledge Was it a …
Do you know The secrets I keep? The one’s up there Wrapped so beautifully In bows and trinkets Feathers and vice And they never tell me twice So I can never forget The look in her eye And the fear …
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