Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da, Life Goes On
By R Chandrasekar in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 225 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
This lock-down doesn’t make much difference for septuagenarians like us. The major inconvenience we face may be the closed parks and trails where we used to enjoy our morning walks. Some of us, living in independent houses, are lucky to have an open terrace or a sizeable backyard for our walks  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 4,2020 11:22 AM
The Brave You
By Alisha Nandeshwar in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 224 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
 Love began when the world began, The pain began with you, Everyone has their own story, But you will read only a few.   It's not easy to speak of things, Not easy to open your heart, It gets only worse, When things start falling apart.    But there comes a time, When you have to  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது May 16,2020 03:56 PM
Scented Candles
By Adhithya GR in Thriller | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 224 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
It feels like waking up from a Coma! Everything is so disoriented and my vision is skewed. I feel a sharp sting in my abdomen. I look down and all I see is a gash that looks like something blunt smashed across my ribs. My stomach is not as bloated as they usually seem. But what is that ringing noise  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 24,2020 10:29 AM
By Dips in Humour & Comedy | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 222 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
It was a busy bustling day at the market, my eyes were not window shopping but looking for my dear husband.. It started to drizzle a little and I started to get a little anxious as I couldn't find the person I was looking for . As people started deserting the streets and taking shelter because by t  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Jun 2,2020 07:12 AM
It's been a while
By Nandini Chakrabarti in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 221 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Closed in the cage,with my dreams dying a little each day,my feet lay coldand my lips are chapped,my mother screams at me,while the kids play,my shoulders overburdened within the circle of life each day.Is the grass still green?I haven’t looked out of my windowand it’s been a while,cigar  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 5,2020 11:45 PM
A letter to Moon
By The Poet in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 221 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Dear moon, Don’t you know that the sun loves you? He always hides your darkness with his light. People hating the heat always falls in love with you. His tears being burnt away and unnoticed. He still gives life to this earth. The loner waited, Only to find that, Even your heart is as cold as   மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 11,2020 07:06 PM
The Green Resurrection
By Albeena Stephen in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 220 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
The Green Resurrection Rampant discussions on fairy tales, Of eternal economic growth. When the world around was Breaking down and rushing on, The paths of massive extinction. Greedy financial concerns shunted down, Truths of environmental crisis, From the face of reality. Humans went on bereft of  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Jun 8,2020 11:54 AM
Room No 6
By Dr Alekhya in True Story | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 220 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Being an ardent fan of horror/thriller/mystery genre, I have always enjoyed the thrill they provide and the scares such movies/novels create. Little did I know I would end up experiencing it practically one day.   Sometime back, I had been on a trip to North East, Shillong to be more specific.   மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 31,2020 03:48 PM
A child's cry
By Aleena in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 219 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
"Amma. I'm hungry." Watching her little boy cry for food was not something Ragini ever wanted to see. He was merely four years old. How could she make him understand that they were basically stuck in the apartment? That his father had gone out looking for food three days back but never returned. Tha  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 3,2020 09:17 PM
By Sreeju B in Romance | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 215 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
It was a warm sunny day. The sun paced amidst the cotton candy clouds. A swift breeze bounced on the car’s hood as it cut through the streets pulling its tail end through a hard curve. Behind the wheels, he remembered the first time he had pulled a hard corner in his car. It had ended up hitti  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 12,2020 06:41 PM
The strangers house
By ketki verma in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 215 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Its a dark newmoon night Surrounded by silence,  I slowly tip toe towards the strangers door. But it's locked .  I look beneath the door mat, and Ah ! There's the key.  How do I know this ?  It's confusing me.. So I slowly turn the knob, and open the door,  Just enough for m  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது May 6,2020 10:57 PM
Rusted Memories
By Namrata Dev in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 214 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
The room is enclosed with amethyst walls and matching curtains, an old drum kit rusting in one corner, a mahogany table with sticky notes covering most of its right side, an easy chair with clean and dirty clothes shoved in every possible angle, an unmade bed with the comforter flowing on the floor   மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது May 27,2020 02:17 PM
This too shall pass
By Priya Agarwal in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 213 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Oh nature, my healer. Oh! You my last resort.. you have always justified my motive, and only you are my true support. Whenever I doubt my actions, Of not being at par with the world.. Whenever my reactions, Are misunderstood and curled… I lock myself for a while, I weep a little like a child  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 27,2020 01:09 AM
I'm not a writer but I write
By Iram Fatima in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 213 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
I'm not a writer but I write , Sometimes, let the paper be your partner and the pen be your words , And let the words dwell on the paper in the same way the stars festoon the night sky.  I'm not a writer but I write , Let the ink be your sword and the paper be your shield , Guarding you from e  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 27,2020 05:23 AM
Fire in the sky
By Andrew Rajkumar in Mystery | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 212 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Once there lived a king named Uzur (meaning "life" in Tamil). He ruled a small region in southern region of ancient Tamil Nadu. Once Uzur went into his city, in disguise in order to find out whether his subjects face any problems under his rule. He talked to every civilian he met and gathered detail  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 19,2020 12:55 AM