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Heros
By Sharvari Marathe in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 743 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Art is born out of struggle Any struggle Personal struggle  Or mass struggle Like the wars, the Revolutions, like times of slavery, like fights for independence. From there were born stories and songs Of hope, of heartbreak, of fights, of love, of passion, of victory, of loss, of inventions, o  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 13,2020 08:37 PM
A letter without letters
By Baskar in Romance | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 371 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
26 letters thousands of feelings few drops of ink millions of emotions a piece of paper one soul to remember the same to be forgotten two things to decide stay or leave, but both with the soul.. .  A life time to think though he left the paper empty. ..... Handing an empty piece of paper, rem  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 13,2020 08:39 PM
Burger Man
By Sharvari Marathe in Romance | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 482 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Lines. With 3 feet distance between each person. Thermal screening. Sanitizing at the door. Of the local grocery store down my road. This new way of life we all have almost gotten used to now. What still surprises me though is that we Indians actually learnt some civic sense and discipline. I smile   மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 13,2020 08:40 PM
Silence
By Sharvari Marathe in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 665 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Its quiet all around me Really quiet Yet  It took me a while to silence the chaos within me The thoughts and worries and anxieties and fears In my head Because when I would silence those I could hear another faint voice One that I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear So to silence that, I woul  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 13,2020 08:41 PM
Getting a puppy
By Baskar in True Story | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 360 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
One of our longing wishes which makes the wait worth,  though we'll have a lot but there's always one which brings us happiness that we forget to realize the inner child in us has woke up. ... it's been a long day reaching back home thinking of thr normal routine, as I entered in a slight li  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 13,2020 08:44 PM
I and my heart
By Suchismita Behera in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 360 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
I....see a dream with unknown time to grasp that moment meant for mine Earlier used to spent those days among the vibes of calm, quiet and silence where my soul was stable as it hardly gets understand Today, every next moment, a sign of fear future seems scary, says my tear I have with me, bundle   மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 13,2020 08:51 PM
Dark-ness
By Sharvari Marathe in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 666 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
You might be in a dark place Boxed within the walls But the darkness is the creation of your sight The boxed wall the creation of your fear Hold up whatever it is that you got Project it through the perspective of light Break through your own limits of vision And you will begin to see the beauty  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 13,2020 08:44 PM
Of Creativity
By Sharvari Marathe in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 293 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Its messy, creativity A jumbled up pile of colours and images Each taking on its own life and mood whenever they please A tight rope of words tugging at the brain That magically dissolves the minute they are touched.  Ideas and emotions birthing from anywhere in the body Shooting through it l  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 13,2020 08:45 PM
Kisses
By Baskar in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 508 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
the last time i forgot to breathe was when we let our lips talk. .. every time the lower lip made a sin the other waited for its turn to commit a sin together they brought up souls exchanging love. ... i never wanted to kiss you jus wanted to check if it was strawberry. ...  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 13,2020 08:49 PM
An Unwanted Reality
By Parul Mishra in Romance | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 906 | பிடித்தமானவை: 1
{Read till the last...} Last Night,I am sitting in by room an swiping the pictures in Tinder. Now this was the Tenth day of being self quarantine. Where you have nothing to do much, just sleep, eat and repeat. Ahhh! what a life... I always wish this life. But now, the days passing like an year.I   மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 13,2020 08:55 PM
To my future self
By Shamama Khan in True Story | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 307 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Hello,    To the future me, who has become someone independent, someone infamous, someone with a better half or even someone with tiny tots. I want you to pat yourself back and appreciate how beautifully you've come out of it!   This is your very own daily sketch, your time of the day  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 13,2020 09:08 PM
Be calm- this shall pass
By Sandhya in True Story | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 337 | பிடித்தமானவை: 1
I have been evaluating my thoughts over the past few days. They have noticed them change continuously, sometimes drastically. I believe the major reason for that to be the fact that our body works lesser now unlike before. It is imperative for us to realize that we are all going through such a chang  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 13,2020 09:08 PM
Bad men
By Siya Maurya in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 453 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
i dream to be India's daughter before, but i dont want to be anymore.   men  are said to be king, because he   has    cutoff  her  wing. they say, her value is lacking behind, all we need to is to change up our mind.   no one care what's goes next, becaus  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 13,2020 09:08 PM
Bad men
By Siya Maurya in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 254 | பிடித்தமானவை: 1
i dream to be India's daughter before, but i dont want to be anymore.   men  are said to be king, because he   has    cutoff  her  wing. they say, her value is lacking behind, all we need to is to change up our mind.   no one care what's goes next, becaus  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 13,2020 09:10 PM
Legs
By Pratham Banerjee in Mystery | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 691 | பிடித்தமானவை: 1
Legs  Her legs were beautiful  I am talking about my neighbour.A girl of age 25.I just loved her legs.Ya you can call me a pervert for that. It was hard for me not to appreciate those legs. It seemed like gods creation. Like a very beautifully sculpted sculpture of some greek goddess. Eve  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 13,2020 09:22 PM