Barren
By Zufishan Fathima in General Literary | Reads: 1,454 | Likes: 0
She gave a faint smile, as her husband pressed her hand lightly, “Everything gonna be fine” He muttered. “Mrs Abhinaya” A nurse called her to the doctor’s room. They rose from their seat in a hurry. The doctor took a glance at them before going back to the file. &ldqu  Read More...
Published on May 17,2020 04:00 PM
The Journey
By Kapilendra Das in Poetry | Reads: 1,454 | Likes: 6
*THE JOURNEY*                                                                                    Read More...
Published on Jun 14,2020 10:38 AM
the art of unloving
By Avni Jain in Poetry | Reads: 1,453 | Likes: 9
this sunset doesn’t make me miss you anymore, the clock’s ticking, now doesn’t prick a needle in chest, reminding me of you. now the calmness in air doesn’t remind me of your safe arms, this beautiful evening doesn’t make me go back to the evenings you made beautiful. t  Read More...
Published on Apr 2,2020 09:50 PM
Not your Door
By Preeti Agrawal in Poetry | Reads: 1,453 | Likes: 2
Not your door Too much full you are going on right Not much away from your thoughts bright Excitement for opening the door Roaring life is now getting bored Unfortunately it's not your door Unnecessarily knocking at what's not  Create that wonderful person who bow to the source It's fragility i  Read More...
Published on Aug 28,2020 09:59 PM
Assi ghat
By Vikalp Joshi in Poetry | Reads: 1,452 | Likes: 0
Some nights I sleepwalk into the pastthrough the battlefield of chaos our home had been,the mortars of grief thunder againas I lie on the floor with my head in ma’s lap,for silence and peace aren’t spelled the same. Some nights I leave the TV on,as I stretch my blanket over my facefor th  Read More...
Published on Mar 22,2020 06:51 PM
Sadak jo tumhe Kamyabi ki aur le jaye
By priyanka agarwalla in Poetry | Reads: 1,452 | Likes: 0
Sadak jo tumhe kamyabi ki aur le jaye, wo kabhi asan nahi hongi, muskile besumar hongi, chalte chalte na jane kitne bar , tum rukoge,haroge,aur ye sochoge ki bas ab yahin tak he safar, isse age kafi chunoti bhara he dagar. Par ruk mat jana yeh sochke, kyunki jitni badi chunoti he utna hi uncha hoga   Read More...
Published on May 17,2020 03:40 PM
Changing the world
By Writer's Hub in Poetry | Reads: 1,451 | Likes: 1
The last time when I woke up, People were in some rush, In a rush to be Happy maybe. And, They were alive, atleast they thought to be. The last time when I woke up, People were complaining. Complaining of, Democracy, Fascism & recessed economy. But, They were alive, atleast they thought to be.   Read More...
Published on Apr 26,2020 06:11 PM
Pain still resides
By Bhavya garg in Poetry | Reads: 1,451 | Likes: 1
The pain inside me still resides The fake love that people show The mask over their face when slides Show their true window Even if i recover from its endless pain That leaves my heart a permanent stain.  Read More...
Published on Aug 18,2020 06:34 PM
Why?
By mariya baig in Crime | Reads: 1,450 | Likes: 0
I sat cradled in three branches at the top of an old oak behind my house. I could see over the rooftop, could see for miles. Overhead, planes lined up in the sky, heading toward O'Hare Airport to land one by one. I have been sitting here , waiting for him for  more than an hour now. Joseph wa  Read More...
Published on Apr 14,2020 09:49 AM
Nafesha
By Nafesha in True Story | Reads: 1,450 | Likes: 0
It was his birthday, she was just scrolling her newsfeed and chats aside. Its been 6 months of their heartfelt breakup. She was still in frustration at sometime to its peak. Once suddenly, a notification popped up to be around 12am and its Apr25th, yaah its his birthday today (a reminder from facebo  Read More...
Published on Apr 21,2020 04:43 PM
Once I Went To The Bank....
By Vaishnavi T N in True Story | Reads: 1,450 | Likes: 0
When I was little I would receive pocket money from my dad occasionally, it was not a weekly or monthly thing. Once in high school in a burst of childish anger I told my parents that they were very bad people and that they didn’t love me because all my friends got their pocket money every week  Read More...
Published on Apr 27,2020 01:23 AM
We All Bleed the Same.
By Shania in Poetry | Reads: 1,449 | Likes: 0
Dig a dagger, deep into my chest I bleed in red, just like you. Hit me with sticks and stones I bruise in blue and black and the colour of the berries, just like you. I love children, people, food, places  just like you. If all this ties us together, how come you get privileges I don't? Ho  Read More...
Published on Mar 25,2020 09:24 AM
Promise
By Purva Rathod in Poetry | Reads: 1,449 | Likes: 0
I promise to always raise u up!  Whenever you are down I promise to keep you smiling To show the world your light I promise to be your strength Whenever you need somewhere to lean I promise I will be your voice When your words don't come to you I promise to be your eyes When you are unable to s  Read More...
Published on Jun 15,2020 02:41 PM
The First Meeting
By Dhriti Ravi in General Literary | Reads: 1,448 | Likes: 1
Anticipation. Excitement. Anxiety. Paranoia. A disastrous mixture of all these emotions bubbled through me while I was waiting for the train to arrive, an hour before it was to arrive at the station. All this time, I always imagined what our first meeting would be like, and a smile would break out e  Read More...
Published on Mar 22,2020 08:01 PM
The Spider and its Prey
By Vinay Pushpakaran in Crime | Reads: 1,448 | Likes: 2
The spider is a very patient creature. It weaves a beautiful web and waits for its prey to get stuck in it. Then it moves swiftly for the kill. And then this cycle repeats itself for the next meal! Insane amount of patience this fellow has, thought Aniket as he watched the spider on the wall above h  Read More...
Published on Apr 1,2020 03:22 PM
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