A love affair with English .
By vaibhi narang in Romance | Reads: 312 | Likes: 0
I always had love for you my area of life,career,knowledge.You cleansed me from the crowd and filled me with wisdom. You have acted as a charmer and a star on my shirt which differentiates me from the herd.Unlike people, you have and will always stand by me when nothing else stays. I find leisure an  Read More...
Published on Apr 1,2020 01:19 PM
Not all Valentine's are happy.
By Ruqaiya in Poetry | Reads: 322 | Likes: 1
O dear! My eyes are brimming of sorrow,  Tears in valley of my cheeks, they flow.  Though we aren't away by meters or miles,  Yet it might take eternity to reconcile.  Thousands of things, left unsaid untold,  Just like a mystery on a long lost road.  It's just to sa  Read More...
Published on Apr 1,2020 01:18 PM
Stillness
By in Poetry | Reads: 424 | Likes: 0
I Am So you are In the stillness Of every form I  Do exist As a Garland I do persist My love BInds Those Who  Still, Still themselves in My WILL  Read More...
Published on Apr 1,2020 01:09 PM
Timeless
By Sohini in Poetry | Reads: 429 | Likes: 0
Don't look in my eyes, In the midst of the crowd, When you're stuck among people, When you need someone to dance with you, When you're drinking wine under the lights, Don't find me, The me among so many people,  Under lights, Among smiles so lucid around me, Don't let the black colour of my gow  Read More...
Published on Apr 1,2020 01:05 PM
Stay happy, We are not quarantined!
By Nivedita A in Humour & Comedy | Reads: 1,605 | Likes: 5
Mottu turned towards pattlu and said, "hey pattlu ,isn't it so nice that that man in the first house of the street named us". Pattlu said,"yes mottu , I always wondered why are we not cared like other animals or birds, and i felt cool when he called us by name". Mottu said, " pat  Read More...
Published on Apr 1,2020 12:56 PM
THE SCIENCE BEHIND MYTHS
By Jayasudha Bhaskaran in Mythology | Reads: 706 | Likes: 8
Born in a traditional Hindu family,I have come across few of the myths which were believed  by our ancestors.I still remember my grandmother asking me not to go outside once the lamp was lit in the evening.She also used to advise me not to cut the nails after sunset and to wear bangles,anklet,b  Read More...
Published on Apr 1,2020 12:54 PM
एक जरिया
By Patel Yash in Poetry | Reads: 336 | Likes: 1
एक जरिया चाहिए बात करने का, एक जरिया चाहिए प्यार इजहार करने का, एक जरिया चाहिए ये गलतियां मिटाने का, एक जरिया चाहिए य  Read More...
Published on Apr 1,2020 12:46 PM
INDEPENDENT - BUT LIVING IN FEARS AND TEARS
By Kapilendra Das in General Literary | Reads: 1,463 | Likes: 10
INDEPENDENT - BUT LIVING IN FEARS AND TEARS KAPILENDRA DAS   Architect of the constitution of India, Historian, Philosopher, Economist, Professor, Jurist, Emancipator, crusader, socialist, Rationalist and Indian Nationalist, and so on Dr. B. R. Ambedkar: quotes “Freedom of mind is the rea  Read More...
Published on Apr 1,2020 12:40 PM
You grow
By Shahnoor Sayyed in Poetry | Reads: 341 | Likes: 0
You grow You grow when you are ignored You grow when you are bullied You grow when you are broken You grow when you are hurt You grow when you cry Keep growing, keep loving yourself.   Read More...
Published on Apr 1,2020 12:37 PM
My quest
By Priyanka Hazra in Poetry | Reads: 448 | Likes: 1
My sagacious poesy richocheted the plane of paper, and asked me to make it ⁣⁣⁣fly over the heaven. ⁣⁣⁣ It made me awestruck.⁣⁣⁣ I feared if it will come to know the essence of flying, then I won't be able to ⁣⁣⁣ hold it in the ground.⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣⁣ So, I resisted.⁣⁣  Read More...
Published on Apr 1,2020 12:34 PM
Daddy, daddy, you bastard
By Priyanka Hazra in Poetry | Reads: 275 | Likes: 2
Trigger Warning: Inspired by Sylvia Plath's 'Daddy' ⚠️⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ My walls; you have painted ⁣ in Fuchsia,⁣⁣ but no more could I divorce ⁣⁣ the color from my ⁣ lovers' blood.⁣⁣ Hé toi!⁣⁣ Have you enquired about ⁣ that anytime?⁣⁣ Daddy, daddy, you bastard!⁣⁣  Read More...
Published on Apr 1,2020 12:32 PM
My musings
By Priyanka Hazra in Poetry | Reads: 230 | Likes: 0
Courage was the backbone of the 9-year-old who sat beside the Reichstag, watching his communist father, while it was burning. He hemmed his eyelids with the thread of cowardice. ⁣ ⁣ The maniac in the streetside has tasted pain because he is a pariah in this world of sophisticated humans with mid  Read More...
Published on Apr 1,2020 12:30 PM
Lambent sorrow, perfervid romanticism
By Priyanka Hazra in Poetry | Reads: 233 | Likes: 1
The trauma of being born in ⁣ the epoch of tattered ⁣ hearts or the delectation of ⁣ being able to love yet. ⁣ Which is that one thing you ⁣ want to weave into ⁣ a masterpiece, love? ⁣ For that will pulsate among ⁣ the threads of the ⁣ tafetta and will be inked ⁣ upon the burial   Read More...
Published on Apr 1,2020 12:29 PM
Love
By Priyanka Hazra in Poetry | Reads: 196 | Likes: 1
Mamma whispers about love ⁣ on the dinner table and ⁣ serves it with half spoonful ⁣ of dessert as if it is the ⁣ forbidden fruit that expelled ⁣ mankind from heaven.⁣ Baba wants me to believe that ⁣ he doesn't like the word love, ⁣ so he hides it between the ⁣ folds of his tie.⁣  Read More...
Published on Apr 1,2020 12:26 PM
Tales of my pain
By Priyanka Hazra in Poetry | Reads: 228 | Likes: 1
The tales of my mundane ⁣ pain are repeated,⁣ on every fall. The ⁣ leaves turn mellow each ⁣ time they are hit with⁣ the bleak facts.⁣ And people call it as⁣ the effect of the ⁣ changing seasons.⁣ My tales are synonymous⁣ to the thick braids.⁣ ⁣ Pale. Filthy. Messy.⁣ ⁣ Th  Read More...
Published on Apr 1,2020 12:24 PM
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