The portrait of a human-insaan
By vedanti khanna in Poetry | পড়ার জন্য : 848 | পছন্দ: 0
The portrait of a human Insaan   Kya hai insaan?  Yeh qaynat hai,  qaynat ke sabhi mausam hai yeh Kabhi garmi ki khush mizaj dhoop hai  Toh kabhi sard ki barf ka roop hai yeh Kabhi baarish ki boondon ke saath chalti hawaa hai yeh To kabhi garmi aur sardi ke marz ko mita deni vali  বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Mar 25,2020 09:24 PM
Coffee and Cacophony
By Asmita Chakraborty in Travel | পড়ার জন্য : 1,089 | পছন্দ: 0
I followed Rupsha, as she expertly navigated her way through the nooks and crannies of the historic College Street, the largest secondhand book market in the world. The mile-long avenue was dotted with hundreds of bookstores, big and small. A smell of new books, dreams, tea, mothballs and smoke hung  বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Mar 25,2020 09:31 PM
The Warrior in You
By Pooja Pathak in Poetry | পড়ার জন্য : 482 | পছন্দ: 0
Maybe you are dwelling in the hardest of times, unable to bury the pain and disappointments, unable to untie yourself from the the darkness of your past, but since you are still dealing with the tough times you will learn on your own how to endure the moments that keeps putting you down, you w  বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Mar 25,2020 09:32 PM
Morning mist
By Smriti Sharma in General Literary | পড়ার জন্য : 539 | পছন্দ: 0
I have never been an early riser . Hardly remember when I got up before sunrise last . This was exactly a week back . I had an early morning flight for Delhi.  The previous night I set the alarm to 4 30 am, and set off to bed an hour before my usual time . I drank my chamomile tea,  brushe  বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Mar 25,2020 10:35 PM
स्वागत है आपका
By Nishant Pandey in Poetry | পড়ার জন্য : 911 | পছন্দ: 0
शुक्रगुज़ार हैं तुम्हारे, महफ़िल में आने के लिए एक बहाना जो दे दिया, कुछ लफ़्ज़ सजाने के लिए! बेबसी की सरहदें, तुम कल  বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Mar 25,2020 10:37 PM
Quarantine-An Art of Healing
By Shivani Sarat in General Literary | পড়ার জন্য : 555 | পছন্দ: 0
 staying home means saving lives. Quarantine is a newly learned word for many of us, but do we really know what it means? While we see this quarantine as a block or cut from the society and our usual mundane life, some see it as a healing. Some tapped their feet and some san  বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Mar 25,2020 11:08 PM
The healed soul
By Jermilla susairaj in Romance | পড়ার জন্য : 1,043 | পছন্দ: 0
He just came and sat beside me asking nothing. Held my hands tight and made me lie on his shoulders. Tears which was stocked inside for long errupted like a volcano. And I simply cried for not one or two but many hours together completely mute for words. He neither asked me to stop crying nor asked   বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Mar 25,2020 11:16 PM
She always waits!
By Jermilla susairaj in General Literary | পড়ার জন্য : 441 | পছন্দ: 0
We are her world. She knows nothing apart us rather than just thinking and doing good for us. Dad goes to office socializes with everyone around, we go to school or college make friends and have fun. But she ! Waits all day long to see our happy faces and spend time with us. Dear mom, many a times w  বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Mar 25,2020 11:25 PM
PERIODS....not a problem
By Tarun Arora in Poetry | পড়ার জন্য : 847 | পছন্দ: 0
 Wo saat din....wo saat din.. Jab aurat k jism se..khoon ki gnga behti hai Tab kyu ye dunia us aurat ko gnda kehti hai... Mandir mein us aurat ka un dino pravesh nahi tha  Andar ja kar dekha to.. Mata ka waha bhes nahi tha Bahar jakar dekha to mata bhi sadak pe baithi thi... Kyuki wo bhi   বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Mar 25,2020 11:33 PM
हार गया लेकिन खुद से जीत गया
By Dr. Aradhana Kumari in True Story | পড়ার জন্য : 617 | পছন্দ: 0
हम अपने आप को कैसे आँकते हैं.  क्या हम वो हैं जो राय दूसरे हमारे बारे में बनाते हैं. आपकी ज़िंदगी अमूल्य है आपके जीवन   বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে May 8,2020 12:01 AM
{Collarbone}
By kaushiki in Poetry | পড়ার জন্য : 409 | পছন্দ: 0
[ Collarbone ] i have often been told that my eyes are beautiful,  (in) them: I hold the sadness of waiting for way too long  My lips don’t have a cupid’s bow  to house the last kiss  so the kiss leaves me the moment it meets  I am afraid I’d want more f  বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Mar 26,2020 12:07 AM
.....LET MESS BE THE NEW TREND !
By Vrinda in Poetry | পড়ার জন্য : 634 | পছন্দ: 0
Your strength is just an excuse , Rather your weakness made me drown , Your smile is preciously just a way out , Perhaps your tears made me your clown ....... Yeah , that Black shirt suits you well , But your loose t-shirts are my addictions , Though to everything there is an end ,  But, for a  বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Mar 26,2020 12:08 AM
.....LET MESS BE THE NEW TREND !
By Vrinda in Poetry | পড়ার জন্য : 690 | পছন্দ: 0
Your strength is just an excuse , Rather your weakness made me drown , Your smile is preciously just a way out , Perhaps your tears made me your clown ....... Yeah , that Black shirt suits you well , But your loose t-shirts are my addictions , Though to everything there is an end ,  But, for a  বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Mar 26,2020 12:10 AM
Her
By surendra in Romance | পড়ার জন্য : 896 | পছন্দ: 0
At 11.30 pm, Standing at her doorstep he calls on !! Come with me ! he said dragging her to his jeep . Where we are going at this time !!she questioned  Shhh !!!!   Turning her and standing behind he took out a kerchief from his pocket and blindfolded her eyes . With his hot breath fa  বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Mar 26,2020 12:14 AM
For I am mother, I love you all!
By Swati Garg in Poetry | পড়ার জন্য : 769 | পছন্দ: 0
I am crying as I can see one of my children suffering, Even though it inevitably means that all my other kids are healing. For I am a mother, it was my passion to nurture you all, For I am a mother, it was my devotion which flourished you all. I love you all; some are with me, some I have lost. M  বেশি পড়ুন...
প্রকাশিত হয়েছে Mar 26,2020 12:42 AM
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