By
Smriti Sharma in
Poetry |
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You ask me what's my problem, where does it hurt ?Do I tell u the truth , about the nervousness that strikes in spurt or the throbbing pain on my chest Like a dagger stabbed right below my waist When darkness falls , the entire world sleeps A faithful friend , loneliness creepsOv Read More...
Published on Jul 24,2020 07:57 PM
Vishwalata had been adopted at the age of one by a kind hearted man named Mahdev. He had earlier adopted one more elephant, Lalita from the village circus two years back and children had given him the title of “hatti rakshak”( elephant saver).Mahadev lived in a tiny village Kurattikkadu, Read More...
Published on Jul 24,2020 07:54 PM
A hot day in the month of May.Suraksha woke up to the sound of the alarm. She had breakfast, got dressed and left for school. It was a long tiring day. Girls were getting selected for the school badminton team and she had managed to get selected. She was happy and as she returned home in the school Read More...
Published on Jun 6,2020 11:08 PM
Just like any other nightI wore my pajama and got into bed Set the alarm, tuned the radio .This had been a habit since I moved to a new city I was having trouble with sleepTried and tested almost every thing Early dinner, no social media , no caffeine , yoga , camomile tea , every fancy tea But no, Read More...
Published on May 30,2020 09:25 PM
By
Smriti Sharma in
Poetry |
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Walking through the empty streetsIt gives an unusual stareAs if it wants to share somethingWhich earlier it wasn't aware.
Roads are devoid of human existenceNot a single soul around Cooped up safely in their tiny housesKeeping safe from the worldly compound.
The bright sun shining with its mighty Read More...
Published on May 30,2020 07:02 PM
By
Smriti Sharma in
Thriller |
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As Maya looked out of the frosted window , she remembered the last day she had seen him. It was exactly six years back but it still seemed fresh in her mind.
She took a sip of Americano and thought how drastically her life had changed ever since.Lifr was pretty chill back at home in India. She Read More...
Published on May 19,2020 10:22 PM
I don't want you to fall in love in love with my appearance
That will wither one day, like a dried off rose.
I want you to fall in love with the scar on my wrist
Ask me the story behind it
Am i a warrior? Did I fight a battle ?
I'd chuckle and reply ' yes, I m a warrior. I have won Read More...
Published on May 17,2020 04:32 PM
By
Smriti Sharma in
Poetry |
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As we begin our long climb
Leaving the dusty roads behind
Topsy turvy curves of the hills
It surely makes our heart thrill.
We reach the land of white orchids, Kurseong town
To witness cheerful faces all around
We look below and see the fleeting clouds
A blessing Read More...
Published on May 13,2020 10:04 PM
By
Smriti Sharma in
Poetry |
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You sit on your study desk
Thinking of the monotonous day
Repeating all the previous incidences
Prepping for tomorrow in the exact same way.
You give the same effort expecting a better outcome
Hoping that one day all of this will miraculously change
The truth is, time ain't gonna Read More...
Published on May 9,2020 09:23 PM
By
Smriti Sharma in
Poetry |
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I don’t want to write today,
I want to lie down on open green fields and watch the amorphous fluffy clouds pass by
Sketch a mental picture of animals
May be an elephant, a hen, or a horse.
Admire the sunset on a sultry evening
Purple and a tinge of orange red in the horizon
H Read More...
Published on May 3,2020 10:24 PM
Abandoned at the age of 13, Radhika had no one to turn to , no doors to knock at. She confided to the reckless streets of the city and begged for a living. Two decades later, a kind hearted gentleman got her into a charitable hostel.
A roof above her head , soup to warm her cold body, a bed to Read More...
Published on Apr 30,2020 07:17 PM
By
Smriti Sharma in
Poetry |
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Mother's are crying , they witness death,
It's suffocating,even to take a peaceful breath.
There's poverty around , they hope for help,
Tears in their eyes , even stones would melt .
In a parallel universe-
The mothers and daughters play hide and seek ,
On wide grasslands , laughter at Read More...
Published on Apr 29,2020 10:23 PM
Bala was a shy , skeptical girl, who didn't have many friends in college , nor was she too outgoing . Her hobbies included reading novels , writing poems and cooking.
She was doing B.A in English literature from Kolkata, a city 300 kms away from her hometown.
On Sundays , she preferred staying Read More...
Published on Apr 24,2020 10:22 PM
By
Smriti Sharma in
Poetry |
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There's this eerie satisfaction in the stillness of a starry night ,
Meeting your lover after a week ,oh ! A sheer delight!
Sand , sun , Margherita and sea shore ,
A child's laugh, who wouldn't adore ?
Rustling of dry maple leaves in the season of fall ,
Schoolgirls cheerleading for the ones playing Read More...
Published on Apr 21,2020 10:48 PM
If i ask ‘what is that one thing that you value the most? ‘ what would you say. Some may mention a human being, some a particular place , some a childhood memory . if you asked me the same , my answer is ‘time’. My answer may have been different few months back , but i have Read More...
Published on Apr 18,2020 05:39 PM
