Love was my neighbor,walking past day and night,just across my lane,sneaking around, blushinglike a young boy,finding his purpose.He peeped into my life,through his   Read More...
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Love was my neighbor
By Fiza Jalil Khatib in Poetry
‘Why do you always write sad stories?’ she looked at him with a mocking smile. He was slightly disappointed. He had just read out his best story to her. Of cours  Read More...
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His Last Sad Story
By Manoj Kulshreshtha in Stories
I sleep better in the dark But the best sleep i had was in the park, The lights were bright You were on my right My head on your shoulder, The weather outside was co  Read More...
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Firsts
By sanjana oswal in Poetry
What a life I'm leading,Am I actually living?Or Just existing!. Simply breathing.You ask, How did I become a writer?Ohh! I went from a dreamer- to a lover and now a   Read More...
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Can I have someone now?
By Kiruthiga Shankar Kumar in Poetry
"तेरा ग़ुलाब"                     तेरी शख्शियत,                     मेरा म  Read More...
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"तेरा ग़ुलाब"
By Lovelesh Bhagat in Poetry
When we met again, Our eyes filled with tears As we could not say anything.. How words that turn into flowers  are so scattered today.. How quickly the pages of our  Read More...
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Colour of love
By Suresh Thripunithura in Poetry
I still have that first red rose, Pressed within a short note, I have kept it very close, The love message once you wrote, Soaked in your fragrance, Still marks your  Read More...
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Reminiscence!
By Ritika Bawa Chopra in Poetry
In thr nectar of sky Before dawns dips With drops of you On my finger tips I raise to my lips To injest a few To taste your bliss In the kiss Of that dew Which holds  Read More...
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Drunk
By Pallavi Guptaa in Poetry
I believe that we will end up together Maybe in this birth Or maybe in some other.  I believe that there will be a day When you will be mine And I'll be yours Truly  Read More...
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I believe
By Debashree Ghosh in Poetry
I was tired and drained ,my legs and arms were in pain.. Just when my eyes were on verge of cozy sleep ur text came in ... Suddenly all my pain was gone and body was  Read More...
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Dress!
By shatabdi in Poetry
Kabir was sitting by the window, staring out at the empty streets. There was a time when these streets would be filled with traffic, the loud honking of vehicles cou  Read More...
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The Wistful Polaroid
By Krishi Modi in Stories
Nikita entered her class, taking the shortest route to the farthest unoccupied bench. Several pairs of eyes turned towards her, but were instantly distracted by the   Read More...
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The Pinch
By Chandan Kumar Chakraborty in Stories
Most elusive emotion of them all, Yet, of it we write verses aplenty, Oh, why do we covet it till we fall? So ready to die trying, times twenty.   Million broken h  Read More...
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That elusive emotion!
By Vibhuti Bhandarkar in Poetry
It was the last day of our stay in Kathmandu, and I and my wife were having lunch at a small restaurant, nearby our hotel. We were seated comfortably by one of the w  Read More...
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The Shawl
By Sudipta Narayan Das in Stories
                               To arrive at forgiveness, one has to pass through four stages:- The first is the stage of hurt. Someo  Read More...
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Hatred Is Self-Destructive
By SUNIL.S.SACHWANI in Stories
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