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                                                                      “The accident ended my child  Read More...
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THE TUB OF AGEING
Love is feeling  Love is aura Love is destiny  Love is fulfillness of a human And that is my heart sound Love is nature by nature Love is desire to attraction Love  Read More...
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My Heart sound
By Chintoo Choubey in Poetry
Thou I refer as fidus Achates, Call it miracle or the work of fate, You are my moonbow found once in a million years... Inara to my seclusion Aurora to my gloaming   Read More...
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My Fidus achates
There was a time when I did things to just make you smile,  There was a time when I just wanted you to be right, The time when I wanted you to love yourself, accep  Read More...
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My youth is yours
Vertical streaks of light flashing at the outer edge of my eye at 70, and despite jokes about "Dimag ki Batti", one visits the friendly opthalmologist. Turns out it   Read More...
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An opthalmologist's Valentine
By Suranga Date in Poetry
Let me take you out for dinner at nine, We will have Chinese and some fine wine.  We will sit under the stars, Talk about our scars. Exchange few stories, As we wis  Read More...
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Scars and Stories - 2
By Merrily Messy in Poetry
I met the same secret The starry gazing covered with golden flickers  amid the floating flies  you touched  upon mine  darling I met you for the first time  Read More...
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I met the same secret
This story was written on my father who leaves me in my life..  Everyone no there where is my father, what you mean by father, the father always take care of me and  Read More...
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The Father
They wanted to leave, so they did. With footsteps that silent as if life could erase them without goodbyes and wipe their memories like coffee stain off satin cloth;  Read More...
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Your broken is my beautiful
He is the apple of her eye The only star in her sky. Still a kid in her arms  Inheriting all her charms Yes, he is my grandmother’s son.    He is her heart’s   Read More...
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A Father
If tomorrow starts without me,  do not wallow in grief,  always remember, I loved you,  and now your two favourite eyes have  forever gone to sleep.  If tomorr  Read More...
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If tomorrow starts without me.
A day lying in an armchair, We share a glance at each other, Finding a map to home In those creases, I gift a pair of socks, To get a gown in box,  Evenings are not  Read More...
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Old souls in new love
Like florets of dandelion we drifted far  by a brazen cold Yet the same wind whirled us nearer after aeons..farther from our different world The drift has edged aw  Read More...
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Time and Space
By dee in Poetry
उसे सूरत पसंद थी, मैं सीरत लेकर बैठी थी; मैं करती भी तो क्या करती?   Read More...
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•••मैं करती भी तो क्या करती•••
By Neetu Sharma in Poetry
The day I met you, My heart said only you. Your mesmerising eyes, Your sun-kissed face. My heart said only you. We have nothing in common, Unlike manners, unlike tas  Read More...
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Only You
By Beauty Shaw in Poetry