My world
By sangeetha in Fantasy | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 1,106 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
My world revolves around my missing son I know he's not with me but I feel his presence most of time near me.. I used give a call to the number he used to carry when last met & somebody picks up and disconnect. I know that's my missing son play . He is so nauhty as ever and he likes fooling me a  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது May 14,2020 10:37 AM
Necessity is the mother of invention
By Amie Madekar in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 1,106 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Greek philosopher Plato said these words for first time .This picture give reminded it that my mother used say this to me during my childhood which allowed me to think on my own take actions on my own as well as take decision whether career or creative stuffs . It literally means when you need to t  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது May 18,2020 03:58 AM
Locked Down!
By Varuna Jolly Mehta in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 1,103 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
We are living through unprecedented moments in the history of mankind. A miniscule, club-shaped microbial entity, has brought the entire human race to its knees and there lies ahead, the mammoth task of capturing and containing it, before it ravages us in its merciless tramp. Life for most of us acr  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 24,2020 08:19 PM
Run, darling. Run.
By Saki in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 1,103 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
He was wary of the absence of light. She was his darkness. He was all things delicate. She was his brute strength. He loathed war and carnage. She thrived on his blood and gore. He was the stillness after the storm. She was the storm that heralds the quietness. He was the beauty of a beast. She was   மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 5,2020 10:38 AM
Memories.
By keerthana.N.M in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 1,103 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
With heart full of memories, I love to dance holding his hands.  Being with him all day , I love to smile with each blink of his eyes .  To all those flattering dreams I always see  To all those memories we equally share  I just want to give them the wings, so they fly high and r  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 10,2020 10:59 PM
love, moon and lies
By Riya in True Story | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 1,102 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
As a child, I always thought that the moon followed me everywhere. Mom explained that I was special and hence the moon came along like a guardian angel. I believed. Just like the moon you followed me everywhere. I thought I was your moon latter did I realise that I was just a star. 'you' and 'us' we  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 20,2020 11:11 PM
A demon battled by every woman.
By Divya Ranganathan in True Story | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 1,099 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
There I was, after school going to the dance class I loved.A place that had been my second home and where joy knew no bounds. A place that took me in and moulded me for who I have become,has given me everything from the way I walk to the carefree feeling I have when I begin to dance.That was it for   மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 28,2020 07:59 PM
Success as I view it
By Deepa Aiyar in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 1,098 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
We have to be thankful  even if we have not been  "  successful " the way the world defines successful . Success comes with its own set of risks, pitfalls  and dangers . Maybe had we been so called successful  we might have actually  been  worse off than we are now  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 3,2020 12:17 PM
She♀️
By manisha anjana in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 1,098 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
she is strong,she is brave                               because she forgave, She is feeling blue                                  &nbs  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது May 9,2020 02:29 PM
A letter to my lost love.
By Bharat Bharadwaj in True Story | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 1,096 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
I remember vividly once you'd said with your rosy puckered lips in a contemplative but plaintive tone that "the biggest loss a human could conceive of in their lifetime is the loss of the person who loves them unceremoniously yet unconditionally.". On that I'd made insidiously scurillous remarks tha  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Jun 11,2020 08:23 AM
Falling in love, AGAIN!
By Sanil Yadav in Romance | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 1,095 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
I’m your regular, average looking guy next door. Well, that is after I have had my share of one-night stands, hook ups, flings and girlfriends during my 20s. My idea of a relationship has always been movies, dinners and sex involving no emotional attachment unless demanded. While I was foolin  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது May 10,2020 12:53 AM
Solo Wings
By Kumar Ankit in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 1,094 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
“Can birds hower like a hot air balloon with just one wing?” Were the thoughts that brushed my soul when I thought if I can breathe this smoggy, heavy air without you. Wonder if I can thrust myself to flap my solo wing to be a sailor without a compass. Or duck the high waves and ashed cl  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 16,2020 11:16 AM
One sided lover
By rekha vinod in Romance | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 1,093 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
She isnt the type of girl you could easily understand, and thats what i love about her. You had to learn her everyday. She is made up of mistakes and blessings. She is made up of imperfect perfection. Being with her is like a thrilling adventure everyday. And above all, she has a huge heart. A heart  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Jun 6,2020 05:18 PM
PAST Perfect
By sreekanth in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 1,092 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Solitarily watched the moon, the star The twinkle and the joy nothing at par Lightning thunder, clouds were at war Lived on the milky way, never was it far Fresher mornings, no chaos no clutter Respectable were the words we utter Life simple, no much fuss nor glitter All were taught, to be humans b  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 7,2020 10:20 AM
A day in the beggar's life
By KALPANA ANNAPRAGADA in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 1,086 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Holding the begging bowl in my hand, I stood up, early in the morning beggining the day with hope That today my stomach will be filled at least a little, not fully, Someone stopped near me..,No, not for me.. He had stopped To speak to someone, People are passing by, and as usual, I am waiting with m  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 25,2020 09:07 AM
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