सोचता हूँ कि तेरे यकीं को बरकरार रखूँ मैं हर कनीज़ से खुद को दरक  Read More...
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Saaya
I count her days with the fallen petals of the scarlet clock vine. So far, 4 days since I last held her. It's hard to tell if the flowers remind me of her smell or i  Read More...
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Her Scarlet Flowers
By Vallaree Arya in Stories
It was January and was raining in Shimla, and the weather forecast predicted snowfall in Mussoorie. We took an Innova. Shreyansh was placed with the driver to take r  Read More...
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I LOVE YOU TOO
Cold were the winds that blew you away Warm was my love, that you returned back one day. You ripped my heart so charmingly away, Now its too concealed to melt away  Read More...
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The Withered Rose
By Dr. Sana Shaikh in Poetry
Red. Scarlet Red. He watched it trickle between his fingers, That once laced in her warmth, Out of his mind or a moment's impulsion? Yet it felt so strangely gratify  Read More...
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Ambivalence
He met me on the Christmas eve , With eyes full of hopes and life full of dreams . He Kept on joking and made me smile, I kept on blushin all the while . In an insta  Read More...
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A perfect Lie
By Divya dass in Poetry
What's life without a little sadness?What's love without a little heartbreak? What would I write about If I hadn't been heartbroken Or ever fallen in love?What wo  Read More...
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What's love without a little heartbreak?
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BE A NOBODY
So drive me to the airport today, take the last flight with me! you and I are in your car, you played my favourite playlist We sit quiet inside the closed up windows  Read More...
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Drive me to the Airport today.
By Sanskrity Mishra in Stories
HIS QUEEN   The sun was down And he took off his crown Walking up and down his room He thought back to when he was a groom. She walked down the aisle, dressed in w  Read More...
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His Queen
By Jane S in Poetry
When I said I love you,  I meant I love your voice, even if you have hoarseness. I meant I love how you laugh, Even how you cry. I meant I love how you sleep. I mea  Read More...
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HOW LOVE WORKS
By sumbul in Poetry
These days majority of today's youth is ruining the most beautiful emotion which we call 'Love'. For today's youth love is equivalent to proposals, patch-ups, and st  Read More...
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Dust of Lust
how joyous you were and the receptive he, once lived the way where only Serena stays. heard the tale called memories of thee, staring the fire's ashes which slowly b  Read More...
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True love
By Afiya Shaikh in Poetry
I'll never know what's for 'morrow,  Will it be happiness or sorrow?  I'll but keep calm, and feel the pain,  I'll write for you until we meet again! I'll embrac  Read More...
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Until We Meet Again.!
By Shambhavi Singh in Poetry
I heard 'Lewis' from a stranger I knew he's someone stronger  Not just in his ideals But also in the way he deals These are just my thoughts  I prayed these should  Read More...
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My First words on my Husband
By Parimala Gudala in Poetry