The last meeting
By mikhil scaria in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 328 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
This is our last meeting, and a bunch of people gathered here along with me. Do you really know them all?  Regular faces, strange entries, and unexpected sympathies. Shutterbugs annoys  with their flashes. You smell dead, but you look promising in this peace attire. Agony, pain, and moan o  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 30,2020 06:45 PM
SHE
By Ruchira Garai in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 328 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
You see her face in the crowd Embracing her semblance,  Battling the vicious world Quietly enduring the undeserved penance. She might be the one who was thrashed today,  or maybe, the one with a scar, Perhaps the one declared irrelevant or the one, whose body is at war.  Yet you see   மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது May 31,2020 10:08 AM
Seven Steps apart
By Akshita in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 327 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
"Are you mad?" someone shouted, while a hand grabbed me by my waist as I was climbing onto the railing of the bridge.  "Yes," I shouted back "Now get away from me" as I pushed away his weight which was pinning me down.  "Think about your family, your friends, and everyone around you." Hi  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது May 17,2020 10:33 PM
The Brave You
By Alisha Nandeshwar in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 326 | 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
Room No 6
By Dr Alekhya in True Story | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 324 | 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
Silent Nights
By Manaal Babu Adam in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 322 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Hushed by the hoot of an owl, She sat gripping the hem of her skirt,  Wary of his footsteps, up and down,  Until the delicate lining hurt,  In their twentieth autumn daze,  Her words void of her say,  She picked up her broken pieces,  And spilled them on the fire ablaz  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது May 5,2020 03:24 PM
I CAN, SIR !
By Rohit Narain in True Story | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 318 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Dr Pradeep arrived at eight in the morning and asked if I really wanted to go. I nodded. The reports weren’t satisfactory, he said. I offered to return after the exam, to which he smiled and then left. My discharge was prepared – the nurse came and removed the central line, gave stitches  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 17,2020 11:34 PM
Cake or Crumble
By Dia Rekhi in Romance | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 316 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
After waiting for half an hour, they finally managed to get a spot at the cafeteria that had become the talk of the town. They got a table right under the tree and settled down on the wooden benches before scanning the premises for a waiter. "Do you see anyone?" Kanika asked as she removed her Rayb  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது May 5,2020 02:16 AM
An Open Letter to Indian Society
By Bushra in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 315 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
When you read this, you will say, “Girls with a long tongue are the reason why rape happens. They deserve it.” It’ll just add to your explanations of why rape is okay. But I’m done. I’ve heard enough from you. You ask, “Why the boy is held responsible?” Wel  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 11,2020 07:00 PM
A child's cry
By Aleena in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 313 | 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
I'm not a writer but I write
By Iram Fatima in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 313 | 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
The Art of Kintsugi
By Sahitya in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 313 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
I once read somewhere About Kintsugi The art of repairing broken objects with gold, Every single piece of the object After being mended Was considered beautiful And got a higher value to be sold. Is it the same way With our hearts? Our heart which has gone through A million waves of emotion, Our he  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது May 14,2020 12:59 AM
Taking Charge
By Preeti Agrawal in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 308 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
                            Taking Charge Mother earth is taking charge. Reminding us to roar back to life Look around, every life is bursting joy As we learn, more we know how Fortunate we are now. Just feel a happy breathing Wit  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது May 12,2020 02:58 PM
The Green Resurrection
By Albeena Stephen in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 306 | 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
Last Wish
By Bhagyesh in True Story | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 305 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
The prisoner was about to be hanged but before that the jailer asked his last wish he smiled with tears in his eyes and replied I just want to die seeing my mother's photo and please make sure that after my death that she receive this letter then he offered last prayers and his mother's photo was ke  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 20,2020 12:22 PM
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