By
varshi pidugu in
Poetry |
Reads: 699 |
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AT FIRST, THERE IS THIS STORM OF ENERGIES
THAT CARRY YOU AWAY LIKE YOU BELONG TO THEM
THEN THERE IS CONFLICT BETWEEN YOUR OWN SELF
AND THOSE ENERGIES SURROUNDIG !!
YOU RUN FAST TO MOVE OUT OF THAT WHIRLPOOL
BUT THE STRINGS ATTACHED TAKE YOU BACK IN
AND THE PROCESS REPEATS...
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Published on Jun 8,2020 11:44 AM
10:45pm on sunday night ... The door bell rang !
Shobna opened the door and krishna entered the house ,fully drenched in rain .As soon as he entered he started giving instructions to shobna to keep his one and only suit and his only pair of Shoes ready by 7:00 AM next morning as he has a very import Read More...
Published on Jun 6,2020 02:41 PM
By
varshi pidugu in
Poetry |
Reads: 724 |
Likes: 2
LITTLE DID SHE KNOW
WHAT THE WORLD LOOKED LIKE
YET, SHE GATHERED COURAGE
TO PEEP OUT OF HER CURTAINS
IT DIDN'T SEEM SOO BAD AS
THE BREEZE SHOWERED HER WITH CARE
THE SUN CUDDLED HER WITH WARMTH
SHE HAPPILY STOOD ASSURED BY THE LAND
LISTENING TO THE TALES BY T Read More...
Published on Jun 5,2020 09:52 PM
By
varshi pidugu in
Poetry |
Reads: 553 |
Likes: 4
TREMBLING WITH FEAR ,
SHAKILY SHE STOOD UP
LIKE A BABY SHE TOOK
THE FIRST STEP
BUT HER ANKLE TWIST AND
SHE FELL TO THE GROUND !!
BUT SHE DIDN'T GIVE UP
SHE TOOK A STEP ,
EVERYTIME SHE STOOD
SHE COVERED FEW MILES
ON THE WAY
SHE PICKED UP
ALL HER BROKEN PIECES&nbs Read More...
Published on Jun 4,2020 09:30 PM
By
varshi pidugu in
True Story |
Reads: 575 |
Likes: 3
Here she comes with a handful of brushes holding a paper painted in random shades and lines ..u know the funny part ? .. Her nose coloured in black ,giving her look of a baby panda !!
She stood there adamantly
Asking for walk in the park
Its almost dark and no one outside
Did she stop there ?
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Published on Jun 3,2020 08:35 PM
