Drain
By sakshi kansal in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 672 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Amazed it pump well after all achesyou gave..shape it hold, is bit disstorted ,colour turned pale nyou blame me for change...each vein hold thorn to prick it ;enormous they are , how will i stop this?.Roots expanding to reach every cell ,injecting memory we had ,every tentacles hold a story about us  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Sep 26,2020 02:27 PM
The compass
By yashwanth in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 671 | பிடித்தமானவை: 1
In this ocean called LIFE... Each and everyone of us is a sailor... Every one has a compass  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது May 14,2020 04:45 PM
Sir M Vishvesvaraya
By Dr. R.P.Raj in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 671 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
I am writing about biography of great people like Vishvesvaraya because it inspires me even at the end of my days work.Sir M Vishvesvaraya has contributed so much to nation building that many people including our younger generation who are ignorant about the great man. I take pride in my writing as   மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Sep 6,2020 08:18 AM
The Sorrows of Shopping
By Priyanka Singh in Humour & Comedy | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 670 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
There’s no rose without a thorn! In life, everything that you like comes with something you don’t quite like. I enjoy shopping, but there is one aspect of it I find irksome – the over-enthusiastic sales staff ever ready to “help” you. For someone like me, who is not rea  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 29,2020 12:28 AM
Heartbeats of a city
By Ayan Chakraborty in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 670 | பிடித்தமானவை: 1
Serving as the roots to my people, I stand alone today. Littered streets and broken bridges make my rubble. Everything changes with time, it makes me question, have I changed for the better? My sky does not wear blue anymore, and the seasons have crossed borders. The green fields I so adored have l  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 22,2020 07:44 PM
Frailty.
By Christel in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 670 | பிடித்தமானவை: 2
What is life, but like a flower, Blooms today, fades tomorrow, Taken away whenever, by the sower, What have we, from the future to borrow? Tossed to and fro, like the chaff in the wind, Man races for worldly riches, Every minute, the heart is pained and hardened, By endless plaints and wishes. Eve  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 23,2020 11:20 PM
नारी-शक्ति
By Sweety Singhal in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 670 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
  मैं औरत हूँ, इंसान भी हूँ बस जिस्म नहीं हूँ, जान भी हूँ। इस सृष्टि की मैं जननी हूँ और पौरुष का सम्मान भी हूँ।   मैं   மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 29,2020 11:43 AM
My story: Mene socha bhi na tha
By Dr Shivani Jain in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 670 | பிடித்தமானவை: 3
Mene socha bhi na tha aur samay kuch kar dikhane ka aa gaya, Mene socha bhi na tha hawayein tezi se chal rahi theen, mene unke sath chalna seekh liya, Mene socha bhi na tha apno se door muskuraya ja sakta tha, mene muskrana bhi seekh liya, Din dhalte gae, karva chalta gaya, mein chalti rahi.. Dheere  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Jul 18,2020 03:39 PM
If mother you were alive
By shramana ganguly in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 669 | பிடித்தமானவை: 1
I lit those candles on the window pane  The oil burning and spirits concealed in vain. Clusters of evening lights then awake  With stars blinking from the sky  As I sat down, wondering,  If mother you were alive !! Crackles of laughter next door  Caught my sight. How long!   மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 23,2020 09:47 AM
The Missing Spectacles
By Cindy Pereira in True Story | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 669 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
It wasn’t difficult for any of us to recognise the statue despite the grotesqueness of the work itself – the figurine of this great architect of India’s Constitution was absolutely dissimilar to the actual man himself, Dr. Ambedkar. It had a small head, a strawberry pink face, a gr  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 25,2020 10:35 AM
Her
By surendra in Romance | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 669 | பிடித்தமானவை: 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  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 26,2020 12:14 AM
Kingdom of The Farthest Fears
By Rayna Arora in Thriller | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 669 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
It was a rainy day at Bloomsbury Cross and the television was on at full volume at the Hilton’s. A young boy  with auburn hair and emerald eyes ogled at the scenery outside his window wishing to his heart’s content that he wasn’t stuck inside. A voice called him suddenly, &ldq  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 30,2020 08:53 PM
यूं ही नहीं हम लेखक हुए
By Shuvaiba parveen in True Story | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 669 | பிடித்தமானவை: 1
यह कहानी नहीं एक सच्चाई है। हम लेखकों को कोई उस तरह इज्जत नहीं देता है ।जिस तरह देनी चाहिए पर हम लोगों को इस बात से को  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 1,2020 07:29 PM
Rainbow
By Preity S. in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 669 | பிடித்தமானவை: 1
                                    Rainbow   As the dark clouds covered the sky, The earth became dark and bereft of sunlight. The dark clouds of ignorance, hatred and envy, Have likewise enveloped the wh  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 26,2020 03:03 PM
THE PAINTING
By Pranav Agarwal in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 669 | பிடித்தமானவை: 1
Once upon a time in Cawnpore, there was a king named Ashwadeep Singh who was very kind and intelligent but was handicap. He was uniped and amblyoped from his left because of a paralysis attack. A very fine day, he was walking through a passage in his palace and saw paintings of his ancestors "I shou  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது May 11,2020 02:08 PM
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