A Poem For The Silent Lovers.
By Sanjeev Gargish in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 620 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Love is the most beautiful thing in this world.    Love is the golden chord that binds one with this otherwise ruthless world.    Without love, life is simply meaningless.    Just observe keenly the activities performed by an individual. You will be surprised to find th  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 22,2020 09:28 AM
A locked down woman...
By Tanvi in True Story | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 620 | பிடித்தமானவை: 2
She was locked down by you long ago... She was locked down to curb your ego.. She was locked down along with her dreams... Nobody was there to hear her screams... She was locked down along with her tongue.. She was locked down since she was young.. She was not allowed to complain... Her outburst of   மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 28,2020 07:36 PM
Men don't cry
By Nandana Vijayakumar in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 620 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
"Men don't cry",the words that every crying young boy would hear. What are you supposed to do then, when you're in sadness and despair?    Many men never dare to say, if their favourite colour is pink. As from childhood, most of their possessions  are the colour of blue ink!   Si  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது May 8,2020 12:46 PM
Fragrance
By Preeti Agrawal in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 620 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Fragrance                               A different love affair totally     Grabs your attention wholeheartedly    What a sensible chemistry, nature holds     Enormous fragrance continues to  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது May 8,2020 02:53 PM
Karwaan - A Revisit
By Sriharsha in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 620 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Karwaan - A Revisit Lingering in thoughts, rooted in melancholy The purpose of life slowly slipped away Lamenting the folly Was he in a compromise for a substantial pay   The support turned bleak The voice toned down To an entity, lifeless and meek The charisma was hazed by a visible frown&hel  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Jul 7,2020 12:48 AM
A clock with a time NOW
By Preeti Agrawal in True Story | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 620 | பிடித்தமானவை: 2
A clock with a time NOW While cleaning my table clock I met to this reality. We can keep dusting the things around us including clock. But, this suddenly shook me. They say time flies but I felt, it's me flying.  A reality that greatly show a clock with a time now. We should genuinely be aware   மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Aug 30,2020 09:12 PM
The Loyal Shadow
By Adrija Bandyopadhyay in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 619 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
My soul was more loyal Than your shadow. You let me go I accepted. Then why now? After all this time. Your rusted sword Cuts deeper. Deeper than I have ever thought. Claiming good Doesn't make you good. So let me go forever.  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 23,2020 12:05 PM
Love and life
By B. Cibita in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 619 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Some people's feelings are precious to be borrowed  they smile  at u, put u in a  joyful state, seeking all the perfect love from them u might think that human would be a pure bliss to have them into ur life completely  but  u know what  the person  who gave u the   மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 24,2020 12:15 PM
Regrets
By Nikita in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 619 | பிடித்தமானவை: 1
Regrets... I wake up. Its 5 in the morning. The sun hasn’t risen yet. I had a dream. You were in bed next to me. Your hands were in my hair. You were leaning in to kiss me. I woke up just that second. Why did I wake up? Was I scared of the kiss... or are we incapable of dreaming of thin  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 24,2020 08:26 PM
Coffee and Cacophony
By Asmita Chakraborty in Travel | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 619 | பிடித்தமானவை: 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  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 25,2020 09:31 PM
My Story - The Courage
By Atish Ajay Chintalwar in True Story | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 619 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
A few years back, I was lying comfortably in my room, enjoying my favourite television serial, when my father came home with my medical reports in his hands. I did not have any idea what life had in store for me. He was not looking happy. There was sadness all over his face.  We finished dinner  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 29,2020 10:29 AM
The New Mango Story!
By Udaya Kathiravan in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 619 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Most of Indian/south Indian kids have heard the mango story from Shiva’s family. This new version of the story explores a different line of thread in current era of critical thinking. Good old friend of Shiva’s family, Mr. Naradhar was very much bored with his routine and wanted to visit  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 4,2020 06:02 PM
About Relationship
By Ashmit in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 619 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Jab se tere husn ka deedar hone lga h Mn ye mera machlne lga h Ye raate bhi h jaagi jaagi si Tera mujh pr jaadu sa chlne lga h Tham sa gya h ye zamana Jb se ishq tumse beinteha hone lga h  Pr ye zindagi me kesa mod aaya h Pehle glti krne pr bhi glt nhi Or aaj shi hone pr shi nhi Pehle   மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 23,2020 07:39 AM
BAD DAYS?
By Juveria Khanam in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 619 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
We never grow as a person with age, but in those moments of life that send chills down the spine. Life's difficult circumstances do change our perception. Sometimes, even after having been hit by so many storms, you dont wake up the strongest. It is a process, which has no visible end. Life seems ne  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 26,2020 06:36 PM
Poet of Summers
By Writer's Hub in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 619 | பிடித்தமானவை: 1
I am not a poet of lovesong or heart break, my pen doesnot sing of cigarette smoke and red wine stains. The poet in me was born under the summer blooms of a Gulmohar tree, He is fluent only in the language of green Earth and down seeds, He always trips and falls over popular "lingo", The language o  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 28,2020 12:27 PM
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