Or, that’s what they say
By Saki in Poetry | পড়ার জন্য : 1,525 | পছন্দ: 0
There was once a girl, Who danced to a tune unheard, Some still see her in the rain, And her lovely hands still inspire, Or, that’s what they say.   There was once a girl, Whose beauty rivalled the Moon’s, Some still see her in a helping heart, And her beauty makes the world bright  বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Apr 5,2020 10:44 AM
The roles we play
By Saki in Poetry | পড়ার জন্য : 730 | পছন্দ: 0
"Life’s a stage," Shakespeare said. "Everyone mere players," he said. Should’ve believed that old coot. --- My life was being destroyed by my hands, Bleeding, writhing and screaming, I knew not the reason for my cruelty, I knew not the reason for my indifference, I knew not the reason fo  বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Apr 5,2020 10:50 AM
The Mask
By Aryama Bhattacharya in Poetry | পড়ার জন্য : 337 | পছন্দ: 0
Everybody wears a mask Years after years Every moment. The mask of fear, or of fierce, Of melancholy, or of delight         Just a mask         Smiles and tears         Loves and unloves         But all for self... If   বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Apr 5,2020 11:06 AM
Time Machine- Part-1
By Anilkumar Kurup in General Literary | পড়ার জন্য : 582 | পছন্দ: 0
He swerved the car into the exit on the right. The street could be missed as the old landmarks he remembered were all gone, but yet he had the hunch that this was the one. He was not wrong.. As he let the car speed gently down the asphalt country road that was once long winding dusty strip strewed d  বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Apr 5,2020 11:18 AM
The sun never stops shining
By Neema Kumari in General Literary | পড়ার জন্য : 482 | পছন্দ: 0
We love the sky, we admire its beauty. When clouds form different shapes and take different colours, they use the sky as a canvas to draw different pictures. Sometimes they move around the sun, while it shines brightly in between them. Sometimes they hide it behind them, allowing only the sun rays t  বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Apr 5,2020 11:20 AM
Naa sukun hai na tum
By prakash gada in Poetry | পড়ার জন্য : 409 | পছন্দ: 0
Na sukun hai na tum Khula aasman hai , aage ye jahan hai.. Chup hu shor me ..Jaise anjaan hai.. Dundha kahi dafa zhank ke andr.. Khode pahad aur paar kiye samandr.. Uljhi hui paheliya, dundhti hai jawab Aaiyne me dekhke , puchte hai "kaise ho janab?" Hasi se chupakar kehte hai thik hai..!! Aankh  বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Apr 5,2020 11:22 AM
Time Machine- Part-2
By Anilkumar Kurup in General Literary | পড়ার জন্য : 401 | পছন্দ: 0
How tall and big can a man grow if he lives a hundred? What hurt him was he could not understand the logic of chopping down a tree that has seen more than two centuries of sun and rain to cremate-burn a man, a man who lived for about seventy- may be eighty-odd years. Why must people cut down a tree   বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Apr 5,2020 11:29 AM
Main Bhul Gaya
By Khushtar Nasir in Poetry | পড়ার জন্য : 725 | পছন্দ: 0
Wo chitthi jo rakhi thi tumhe dene k liye, Wo main bhul gya. Wo tere honthon ki khilkhilati hansi, Wo main bhul gya. Han bhul gaya wo tera bewajah gussana, Aur mera wo pyar se tujhe manana, Wo main bhul gaya.   Kavitaen bhi jo likhin tumhe sunane k liye, Wo main bhul gaya. Jo geet kabhi labon p  বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Apr 5,2020 12:10 PM
Unity in Diversity
By Ramu Upadhaya in Thriller | পড়ার জন্য : 1,220 | পছন্দ: 0
Unity in Diversity Comparing to the physical environment of the last part of the nineteenth century until his death, Thula would say “those days were gone forever. People in higher positions were also sincere, and their integrity was unquestionable. They used to be very helpful, treat us as li  বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Apr 5,2020 12:46 PM
Mitti ki khushboo
By Aieshwarya Singh in General Literary | পড়ার জন্য : 404 | পছন্দ: 0
One fine day i got up unwilling to enter the rush of regular days, I stopped. I stopped from running in the usual tracks of life and took a breathe and asked . I asked the inner me that is it good time to take a break? A break from the lights, the desires, the material lifestyle and a  বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Apr 5,2020 12:58 PM
Let me free
By Aieshwarya Singh in Poetry | পড়ার জন্য : 352 | পছন্দ: 0
LET ME FREE  From the society and its worldly woes ,From the fear of loosing ,From the evils and the darks,From the uncertain expectations of life ,From the burden of my future ,From the sadness of my past .In my own happy and giggling world , in my imagination, in my way of looking life .Let m  বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Apr 5,2020 12:59 PM
Safar
By Aieshwarya Singh in General Literary | পড়ার জন্য : 426 | পছন্দ: 0
SAFAR  বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Apr 5,2020 01:00 PM
Waqt lagta hai
By Sachi Maurya in True Story | পড়ার জন্য : 775 | পছন্দ: 0
Pehli nazar ka ye jo pyaar hai haqikat nhi, waqt lagta h jazbaat samjhne me Waqt Lagta Hai Mohabbat Karne Mein ,Yun Hi Nahin aap kisi ke azeeza ho Jaate Hain Aur Waqt lagta h kisi ki har baat smjhne me uhi nhi kisi ki har baat bin khe samjh li jaati h Aur waqt lagta h kisika hath tham kr chalne me   বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Apr 5,2020 01:07 PM
Itni si apeksha hai
By Darpan Kohli in Poetry | পড়ার জন্য : 807 | পছন্দ: 0
Din aega zarur raat bhi to jaegi, Sthir hai baaki sab keval taareekh badal jaegi  Jo ai hai vipda ye sab par ye ek din tal jaegi,  Kya hota hai santulan jeevan ka  ye prakriti ab batlaegi  Wo insan hi kya jisme insaniyat hi na ho, Kya hi bachega is sansar me  agar tum abhi  বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Apr 5,2020 01:14 PM
A Rainy Night in Kolkata.
By Pratyush Padihary in Thriller | পড়ার জন্য : 451 | পছন্দ: 0
Ballygunge constitutes the entirety of South Calcutta to be approx. The face of the old dilapidated buildings from the times of the British Raj, today seem to  be wearing a drapery of heavy exhaustion in lieu of the witness they have borne for decades now. Banners keep screaming about the build  বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Apr 5,2020 02:06 PM
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