The colourful butterfly
By Nabiha Afrin in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 902 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
                  The colourful butterfly             What a colourful butterfly that flies,            So happy it is,that it never cries,           It spreads happ  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 20,2020 08:02 PM
Impulse
By gaorisha prashar in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 902 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
As I’m left, At the mercy of another impulse,  Drenched in agony, disgust and regret,  Yet another time.  Directionless and hopeless,  Replaying my actions,  Switching through scenarios,  And thinking to myself,  “Was it really necessary to react that w  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 26,2020 03:54 PM
Lockdown Dairy
By Anjana Banerjee in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 901 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Day One Alone, in my tower of silence I await I know not what Eyes stretched over vacant windows Is that a glimpse of a human face? Thoughts crowd in Solicited, unsolicited The "could have been", the "what ifs" A rickety merry-go-round Up and down, round and round Hands do unneeded chores To keep m  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 30,2020 12:33 PM
Brave
By vedica srivastava in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 900 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Oh brave man,  I see you there hiking over the hill  going on & on, the hill that seems massive than it looks I see you there hurdling on the way the way that seems as jaggy as a bush Oh brave man, I see you there losing the grip & falling apart, still looking upto the sky, holding  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 29,2020 01:31 PM
What about me?
By parijat in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 900 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Yes. She had no idea. Ofcourse, she had no clue. It's crazy.  How everything that felt blissful was only breaking Patty down.  The ring was still on her finger, shining like a full moon on that dark day. However, it didn't feel same to Patty. It was a reminder to her situation. Sitting ins  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 13,2020 12:31 AM
--Insecurity--
By Shriya Upadhyay in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 899 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
--Insecurity-- I look at myself in the mirror, 'you have changed so much' I said like someone who was expecting a reply. Fiddling with my toes, locks of hair tugged behind my ear, she was budding on my body as pores of hair growth. Lingering on my lanky shoulder, we met at the crux of breaking, we  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 28,2020 03:09 PM
Flames
By Tanveer Ahmad Khan in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 899 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
#Flames Beneath these flames Beyond those barracks You will find my childish dreams The smoke of your destruction Carries my destiny Oh! Windy night          Stop for a while Take me with you   You see the rubbles The wretched souls They make me si  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது May 20,2020 10:59 AM
THE LONG AND LONELY PATH
By Colonel Dr Ramanan Duraiswami in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 897 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
THE LONG AND LONELY PATH For four long weeks India locked down, Every city, every village, every town. The eerie silence all around, Was louder than any raucous sound. Impounded each within their houses, Even the calmest turned into grouses. The drudgery of household chores, Became a never ending bo  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 21,2020 03:26 PM
The Moon
By Felicia in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 897 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
The beams of moonlight rolled down a silver carpet on the sandy bank. The soft singing gentle lapping waves shone like milky jewels, Became the moon's messanger carrying silver pamphlets through river. The milky white pamphlets with silver words had a message to the sun to rise late. The Moon, n  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Jun 14,2020 01:34 PM
My Wish
By savita Kapoor in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 896 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
I am tired of moving like a paperboat sailing on the sea, I want to be robust like a rock that anchors a ship.  I want the waves to touch me, soothe me, heal me, but not to move me like a feather which wanders in the air aimlessly and falls down, tired and useless,when the wind stops.  I w  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது May 5,2020 04:26 PM
Drunken story
By Surabhi in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 896 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
I was so high, murmuring with the sigh, It was full moon but I was into a darker night. Walking on a patchy path, I wonder how magnificent your breath was. Reached home with a flatter feet, Slept on the bed,remembering you in a wedding dress; Look at that smile was still so fresh. After a while my h  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது May 9,2020 05:17 PM
simba travels in time
By harsh bardhan in Travel | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 896 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
I met a crazy spontaneous girl Stella Blue eyes in Horn Ok Please Mumbai. And we decided to travel to Rajasthan together. Before coming to me in Jaipur, Stella went to Chor Bazaar in Mumbai to buy a camera. The camera turned out to be Netflixy, and with every click, it would take the people holding   மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது May 16,2020 07:49 AM
Ending before Beginning
By samnit in True Story | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 894 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Sometimes living in the society where there is no freedom for girls is very difficult. But it becomes 10 time more difficult for girl when her family doesn’t allow her to do whatever she likes. They do care as parents but sometimes their care their restrictions work like chain with electricity  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 6,2020 10:18 PM
A Little Romance
By Anilkumar Kurup in Romance | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 893 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
He felt, looking back, it was funny, fascinating and a little blushful to recollect the silliness that surrounded the infatuations of the golden teen and early youth. It would seem like a long due self-confession of a once juvenile delinquent if he now puts them into words. The prelate and the confe  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது May 20,2020 11:38 AM
What is LIFE?
By Shannon Gable in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 892 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Life is strange, it’s weird, imperfect, and definitely not what we thought it would be. Because if it would be exactly how we thought it would be, then that would be a movie. As children we create this perfect illusion of how we want our life to be. I Remember when i was a kid, i had planned h  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 25,2020 05:02 PM
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