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The Game of Patience
By Kaushani Chatterjee in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 489 | பிடித்தமானவை: 1
Despair creeps in as joy disappears. Darkness closes in as lights cease to exist. Misery envelops you the more you try to fight it. Restraining yourself is now the only sword you can keep. Now it’s like a game between the player and the played. You have to decide for yourself, whether you wil  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 25,2020 12:28 AM
Virtuality
By App panda in Fantasy | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 324 | பிடித்தமானவை: 1
VIRTUALITY  Virtuality ...what is virtuality?? Is it possibility or a slice of future shown No... It's a sense of Imagination that one go through It's a kind of feeling that believes In the Deepest thoughts that is satisfied by individuals. It's fantasizing the imaging power itself . The art of  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 25,2020 01:38 AM
I am The Power
By Vogeti Kalpana in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 259 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
I am the power, who can consolidate the scattered chunks and build a life; I am the power, who can usher glee in melancholy; I am the power,  who can dare to reach the zenith from the darkest depth; I am the power, who can wear a calm demeanour while contesting the whirlpool of ordeals; I am th  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 25,2020 02:30 AM
Mountains are calling
By Manya Singh in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 840 | பிடித்தமானவை: 1
      Mountains are calling                    -by Manya Singh Life offers us an unexpected bag of events to make us perceive the beauty and worth of the life we are living. Remember, no one leads a perfect life, the choice entirely r  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 25,2020 02:51 AM
These times
By Arpitha in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 483 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
away isolated distressed restless and what not are the emotions that are growing day by day this isolation was supposed be the time given to ourselves to help us give time to our thoughts but now, it seems like it's just giving us the stress we didn't ask for people wanting to spend time with family  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 25,2020 03:37 AM
Curves of Sunshine
By Vihari J in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 269 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
The bliss of the blooming flower  The kiss of the charming shower The creeping creatures of the canopy  The snake hissing at the honeybee Those paths leading to the deep woods Those fish bubbling at the pool beds Oh! Dear almighty  'Ou filled my soul full of sunshine In this beauty  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 25,2020 04:44 AM
Does the Sun shine?!
By Monika Gayathri in Fantasy | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 496 | பிடித்தமானவை: 2
“Argh fuck!!” I exclaim as I try to move the window off of its ledge. It won’t budge. Between reaching out to the window through the wooden plaques that were nailed to the wall and the rust in the frame, it was hard to move the window up.  It’s been like this for years.   மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 25,2020 07:37 AM
I am not a Poet
By M Tasleem in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 354 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
I am not a poet My words will seldom Enthrall you I do not posses an art To creat a lofty dreams for you I am not a poet Whose words will Provide you solace My words can never Mend your broken heart I am not a poet I serve you words Of your day to day life I serve you words Of misery and pain I am n  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 25,2020 08:01 AM
Life in a bookshelf
By Arun Dev Kumar in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 317 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
And through the enfeebling of the once crisp pages, Spoke out the words lost in time: “Alas ! You have found me.  I am the memory that you wasted away in lore & myths. I am your present, buried in these dusty withered sheets” — Arun Dev Kumar  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 25,2020 08:17 AM
The Spark is in You.
By Prachi in Western | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 644 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Spark up from within Our interior man Is renewed day after day.     Psychology studies man as a whole unit. A man is divided in parts: body, will, mind, heart & spirit. Normally we go through life without being aware of the parts as separate. Even when conflict arises, he unifies all  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 25,2020 08:23 AM
A day in the beggar's life
By KALPANA ANNAPRAGADA in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 280 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Holding the begging bowl in my hand, I stood up, early in the morning beggining the day with hope That today my stomach will be filled at least a little, not fully, Someone stopped near me..,No, not for me.. He had stopped To speak to someone, People are passing by, and as usual, I am waiting with m  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 25,2020 09:07 AM
Rainbows and Butterflies
By Arya Anand in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 313 | பிடித்தமானவை: 1
Life Isn't Always Rainbows and Butterflies Nothing is constant, be it felicity, joy, sorrow, despair, fear, anger, guilt, anxiety, stress and not even love for that matter. Nothing really lasts or is constant, even if one wants it to. 'Life is Transient' and so are emotions, from Tennyson to Khalil   மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 25,2020 09:09 AM
Since you are a girk
By kiranmai in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 289 | பிடித்தமானவை: 1
Children of my age ,playing in the ground I left alone , willing to play Since you are a girl , need not to play.. Clash with brother,the time when he slaps Stressful to defend , yelling to stop Since you are a girl , better to be a rock 40° weather stepping out of home Cover yourself from gaz  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 25,2020 09:10 AM
We All Bleed the Same.
By Shania in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 538 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
Dig a dagger, deep into my chest I bleed in red, just like you. Hit me with sticks and stones I bruise in blue and black and the colour of the berries, just like you. I love children, people, food, places  just like you. If all this ties us together, how come you get privileges I don't? Ho  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 25,2020 09:24 AM
Epidemic or Entitlement?
By Ganesh Ramalingam in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 576 | பிடித்தமானவை: 2
I don’t know when and where I was born. What I could recall is , it was the darkest place and I was feeling my movement and I could feel the life force coming in me and I was suddenly flushed into a blinding brightness.   I stumbled there for a long time. It was then my instinct urged me   மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 25,2020 10:01 AM
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