Quarantine
By Geet Aromi in Poetry | वाचलं गेलेलं: 998 | लाइक: 2
Gazing from the balcony of my room, The sparkling stars and the striking half-moon The haunting boulevards, Scarce sight of folks miles apart And a thought strikes my mind, will this be the end, If there's no tomorrow, no second chance All the recalls of yours,  foray my thoughts and roll down   आणखी वाचा...
प्रकाशनाची तारीख May 11,2020 01:47 AM
Wings of Hope
By The Poet in Poetry | वाचलं गेलेलं: 998 | लाइक: 0
To, Love, Being ur Dad, I felt happy. I loved to fly. Hence,I taught you to fly too. One day,You flew higher than me, Happy and proud I asked u to be careful, But,the higher u flew, The smaller I got. Was the sky that beautiful? My eyes filled with hope, Waiting for you to look down, And come back   आणखी वाचा...
प्रकाशनाची तारीख May 24,2020 11:03 PM
I WISHED TO WALK IN BEAUTY
By Megha Upadhyaya in Poetry | वाचलं गेलेलं: 997 | लाइक: 3
It was beginning to pall on me I suffered no casualties and the illness was none, The flashes of the past world fell upon me Some did lay and some did rest, The living memories were consum’d And so were the passions. A forlorn hope was all the heart contain’d Ergo, it shan’t be my  आणखी वाचा...
प्रकाशनाची तारीख Mar 24,2020 07:05 PM
Her
By surendra in Romance | वाचलं गेलेलं: 997 | लाइक: 0
At 11.30 pm, Standing at her doorstep he calls on !! Come with me ! he said dragging her to his jeep . Where we are going at this time !!she questioned  Shhh !!!!   Turning her and standing behind he took out a kerchief from his pocket and blindfolded her eyes . With his hot breath fa  आणखी वाचा...
प्रकाशनाची तारीख Mar 26,2020 12:14 AM
Letter
By Mohamed in True Story | वाचलं गेलेलं: 997 | लाइक: 1
12 th Day, The rug on which I slept started to breed molds on them. My stay inside the cell was starting to awaken regret. Waking up, I became restless so I quickly went for a bath. The water which came out was extremely hot which burned me as I was wounded, wounds inflicted on my skin as I was puni  आणखी वाचा...
प्रकाशनाची तारीख Mar 30,2020 11:21 AM
Hard times
By Prathyusha in True Story | वाचलं गेलेलं: 997 | लाइक: 0
If there is a party,people come to your zone to celebrate and share happiness. At the same time,  If there is a problem, say 80% people comes to your zone to understand your problem and in that, 40% people are just curious of what is happening and they need only the information. 25% people  आणखी वाचा...
प्रकाशनाची तारीख Apr 3,2020 12:47 PM
Being Pleasant- A Forever Myth
By Suchismita Ghoshal in Poetry | वाचलं गेलेलं: 997 | लाइक: 1
I don't want to survive. I want to badly live. I want to live as pleasantly as a wide sky, that has no limit, and can express endlessly. My heart makes a thousand volt wire to burn everything down. My vocal cord now makes a cacophonous voice as nobody gave a shit to its harmony. I am extremely ang  आणखी वाचा...
प्रकाशनाची तारीख Apr 3,2020 03:55 PM
Just one more.
By Ankita Soni in Poetry | वाचलं गेलेलं: 997 | लाइक: 0
One more day,So you can stay.One more way,So you can sway.One more night,Just before the light, hang in tight.One more smile,Will take you miles.One more step,To get you out of your bed.One more drop,Just before the eyes can stop.One more wish,That fills the dish.One more hope,To help you cope.One m  आणखी वाचा...
प्रकाशनाची तारीख Apr 15,2020 02:35 AM
“A Bitter Bio”
By satarupa sen in General Literary | वाचलं गेलेलं: 997 | लाइक: 0
Hey, it’s me in a black shabby quoted tee and a comfy loose shorts. As a dating website asks for a bio, i guess I’m not here to display my perfect dreamlike features. Sit back and relax while i make you uncomfortable with the truth. I’ve not felt low since a week i assume. It&rsq  आणखी वाचा...
प्रकाशनाची तारीख Apr 15,2020 03:34 PM
Warning
By An idiot of romance in Poetry | वाचलं गेलेलं: 997 | लाइक: 0
Fly away  girl. Fly away as fast as you could and as far as you can.  They are not flowers. Those are claws and are not as they seem to be. Those sharp talons that you see are deceptive. You can’t see the sharpness right now because they are cleverly covered with pretty pink lit  आणखी वाचा...
प्रकाशनाची तारीख Apr 28,2020 05:50 AM
Earth - ये मृत्युलोक है ।
By Ashutosh Kumar in Poetry | वाचलं गेलेलं: 997 | लाइक: 0
डर का भोगी क्यों बना, कर का रोगी क्यों बना, मृत्यु ही तो सत्य है, जो मृत्युलोक में जना, क्या तेरा है, क्या मेरा, राख ही त  आणखी वाचा...
प्रकाशनाची तारीख May 10,2020 02:17 AM
Little green
By A.Shruti in Poetry | वाचलं गेलेलं: 997 | लाइक: 0
The little leaf in its budwas wary to show its green.Rest of the crop egged it onto show its lovely sheen.Softly, slowly she came outto face the warm Sun.Others too began to sproutand a new life had begun. As the days went by and the Sun got harshHer pale green too became dark.The days went by, the   आणखी वाचा...
प्रकाशनाची तारीख May 23,2020 12:08 PM
◾The Monster Under My Bed◾
By Suchismita Ghoshal in Poetry | वाचलं गेलेलं: 996 | लाइक: 1
the monster under my bed seems very punctilious never forgets to hop in my mind and knock me down in the times of darkness. his horrendous features fear me sometimes and sometimes don't, he adores me with his unkempt nails and smother me through his recitation, a minute reflection of horrendous so  आणखी वाचा...
प्रकाशनाची तारीख Mar 22,2020 06:52 PM
Don't afraid, Just Love the Divine
By Dr Ravi Changle in General Literary | वाचलं गेलेलं: 996 | लाइक: 1
Don't afraid of COVID-19, just stay calm and accept that nature is the Supreme's Love and we should always take care of the Mother Nature as she is very close to the Divine. He has created, he is nurturing and has right to destroy the creation. So what we can do? Stay calm and try to identify why it  आणखी वाचा...
प्रकाशनाची तारीख Mar 23,2020 08:30 AM
Ex and He
By Neema Kumari in Poetry | वाचलं गेलेलं: 996 | लाइक: 0
Her ex hated her skin, and he loved the hue of her. Ex compared her with others, and he kept his eyes only on her. . Pimple was ugly for the ex; for him, it was only a pimple. Ex wanted her to dress as a princess, the regular cloth was enough for him. . Ex was jealous of her success, while he suppor  आणखी वाचा...
प्रकाशनाची तारीख Apr 3,2020 03:30 PM