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Find her in the dark
By Saki in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 458 | பிடித்தமானவை: 1
You, the boy who sees darkness,  Under a shield of scars, Armed with sarcasm and laughter, You bargain delight while wading demons away.  With sunshine and light for heart, Starlight and hope for eyes.  You come back to shore, Come back home like waves.  When your load is just t  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 5,2020 10:30 AM
Never let your embers die
By Saki in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 256 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
You, the elfin girl, the daughter of Fire; You, the one with crooked grin and wildflowers in your curls, You, the one with twinkling eyes and a mind of mischief, Nobody will ever call you “beautiful” Never expect it. You neither have eclectic blue eyes nor enviable red lips, Not luscio  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 5,2020 10:34 AM
Fruit vendor
By Neema Kumari in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 292 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Walking with his dad, little Nimmi came to a fruit vendor selling guava on the side road. He was an old man having crisscross of wrinkles on his face. His hands were feeble, yet he was packing each fruit picked by customers carefully in a bag and selling them. She saw one customer bargaining with hi  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 5,2020 10:37 AM
Danger Awaints
By tushar sharma in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 253 | பிடித்தமானவை: 1
Afraid, I hesitantly walked with my two teenage daughters in the darkness through a dense thicket.The waning moon acted as the only source of light. We were going to the nearest railway station to catch a train. Papaji had stayed behind to protect his mulk. Houses were completely burnt, and there we  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 5,2020 10:37 AM
Run, darling. Run.
By Saki in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 528 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
He was wary of the absence of light. She was his darkness. He was all things delicate. She was his brute strength. He loathed war and carnage. She thrived on his blood and gore. He was the stillness after the storm. She was the storm that heralds the quietness. He was the beauty of a beast. She was   மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 5,2020 10:38 AM
Danger Awaints
By tushar sharma in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 287 | பிடித்தமானவை: 1
WRITER BY TUSHAR SHARMA.    Afraid, I hesitantly walked with my two teenage daughters in the darkness through a dense thicket.The waning moon acted as the only source of light. We were going to the nearest railway station to catch a train. Papaji had stayed behind to protect his mulk. Hou  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 5,2020 10:42 AM
Promises should always be kept: Part 1
By Saki in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 454 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
The carnage was ghastly. Silent tears ran like a river, Broken hearts were galore. Lost too many people to count, Too many lost their soul.   The breath taken was ragged, Muscles in legs protesting and burning With a bloody sword in hand, With a foul curse in her mouth, She rose from the blood   மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 5,2020 10:43 AM
Or, that’s what they say
By Saki in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 1,253 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
There was once a girl, Who danced to a tune unheard, Some still see her in the rain, And her lovely hands still inspire, Or, that’s what they say.   There was once a girl, Whose beauty rivalled the Moon’s, Some still see her in a helping heart, And her beauty makes the world bright  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 5,2020 10:44 AM
The roles we play
By Saki in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 576 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
"Life’s a stage," Shakespeare said. "Everyone mere players," he said. Should’ve believed that old coot. --- My life was being destroyed by my hands, Bleeding, writhing and screaming, I knew not the reason for my cruelty, I knew not the reason for my indifference, I knew not the reason fo  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 5,2020 10:50 AM
The Mask
By Aryama Bhattacharya in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 284 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Everybody wears a mask Years after years Every moment. The mask of fear, or of fierce, Of melancholy, or of delight         Just a mask         Smiles and tears         Loves and unloves         But all for self... If   மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 5,2020 11:06 AM
Time Machine- Part-1
By Anilkumar Kurup in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 484 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
He swerved the car into the exit on the right. The street could be missed as the old landmarks he remembered were all gone, but yet he had the hunch that this was the one. He was not wrong.. As he let the car speed gently down the asphalt country road that was once long winding dusty strip strewed d  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 5,2020 11:18 AM
The sun never stops shining
By Neema Kumari in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 392 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
We love the sky, we admire its beauty. When clouds form different shapes and take different colours, they use the sky as a canvas to draw different pictures. Sometimes they move around the sun, while it shines brightly in between them. Sometimes they hide it behind them, allowing only the sun rays t  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 5,2020 11:20 AM
A Song of Love
By Shayan Das in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 469 | பிடித்தமானவை: 5
For oft when in my cloistered roomI lie beside this window pane,And gaze upon the flowers in bloomAnd merge my tune with April rain,I dream so deep with all my heart—About the blooming fair romance;The way you hug my darling artAnd kiss my lips in every chance.The way you hold me in your breas  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 5,2020 11:22 AM
Am I the King?
By Tayyibah in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 835 | பிடித்தமானவை: 2
There were days when I was mocked in a zoo, Now I sit back—smug, and laugh at you. You laughed at me when I was in a cage, Every moment my heart burned with rage. You've finally lowered your proud head, And to yourself you have quietly said. "Am I the King of the Earth, Am I the king I though  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 5,2020 11:28 AM
Time Machine- Part-2
By Anilkumar Kurup in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 283 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
How tall and big can a man grow if he lives a hundred? What hurt him was he could not understand the logic of chopping down a tree that has seen more than two centuries of sun and rain to cremate-burn a man, a man who lived for about seventy- may be eighty-odd years. Why must people cut down a tree   மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 5,2020 11:29 AM
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