SCHOOL MEMORIES
By Kaashvi Malik in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 834 | பிடித்தமானவை: 1
A place to live and play, A place to learn and pray,  Everyone enjoys these years, Memories are smiling and even bring tears!  From the first we tighten our bands,  Make friends and join our hands.  Slowly we move to higher grades,  And understand the life's trade.  Pr  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 28,2020 09:59 AM
NAA TERA NAA MERA, SAB USKA HAI...
By Rohit Ashok Kothari in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 834 | பிடித்தமானவை: 1
Aaj har insaan ek jung lad raha hai, Har insaan ka har katraa tak maidan e jung mei jaise khadaa hai.. Sab kuch tere aas paas tham gaya hai, Sab kuch mere aas paas bhi ruk gaya hai, Hai jo chal raha woh bheetar mera lahu, Aur tere andhar saason ka silsilaa hai... Jab raahon pe nikla karte the har s  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 30,2020 07:15 PM
Find her in the dark
By Saki in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 834 | 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
There will be a brighter Sun Shine
By Parul Batra in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 834 | பிடித்தமானவை: 1
It’s a tale thats true Only for you  My little brother  It’s a tale that’s true Some virus mom keeps talking about  Restricting us in the house But I like being home  I did love to roam  But for now I like being home Seeing you trying to crawl Love to see  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 8,2020 08:59 AM
Grief is as normal as you and me.
By sneha rathi in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 834 | பிடித்தமானவை: 1
Grief is like a rope Like tangled mass that has had no space to unravel It just tightens itself with every try Try to free myself from this, to heal. For everyday I am one less memory from you For everyday I come home to mom crying For everyday is harder than the previous one For I'm so tired of t  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 23,2020 11:15 PM
Zameen ke Parindey
By Dev Shankar in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 834 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
karun shikayat kisko jakar, Karanheen aaj mai hoon, Alfaaz nahi the bachpan se, Kami khalle jaane kyon ab. Pyaar diya sab ne milkar, Laga nahi bezubaan bhe hon, Awaaz bane raahgeer mere, Main bhe chillaya kartaa tha. Hue khalbali kuch seene me, Dimaag ne bola koi khaas mila hai, Padi kami shabdoon  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது May 2,2020 07:34 PM
कामयाबी
By vandana nagar in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 834 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
मैं जली हूँ हाँ मैं तड़पी हूँ तब जा करके कहीं मैं निखरी हूँ मैं रोई हूँ, खुद मे खोई हूँ अंदर से पूरी बिखरी हूँ रातें ज  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது May 7,2020 11:53 AM
Story of a Inidan Soldier
By Vivek in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 834 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
"How is the Josh?" , this is how we as a citizen of India greeted our soldiers when we do find some news about them. But the same spirit lies only within social media accounts and not much in our real lives.How far have we gone for them ? This is the real question that each Indian needs to ask them  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Sep 21,2020 12:25 PM
Take My Hand
By Liji Ann John in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 833 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
I do not know what you are going through But let me tell you,you do not have to go through this alone. You have the power to rise again and out of the brokeness that has made its way to you, you will pick up the pieces only to rise from the ashes to being strong. Until then, do not lose hope but ple  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 22,2020 08:33 PM
Middle birth
By aryan bhattacharya in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 833 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
O God! Why thou made middle birth.  Either make upper neither lower. Cause neither I stand nor sit.  I can neither laugh, nor weep.  I can neither  dance, nor sing.  I can neither play  nor run.  O God! Why thou made middle birth.?   மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 25,2020 02:13 PM
The Bells are Ringing
By Ananya Roy in Fantasy | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 833 | பிடித்தமானவை: 1
I never, in a million years, in my wildest dreams, could ever had imagined a day like this would come! A day, which began like any other day, but at the same time in the very familiarity lurked around the corner, the uncanny eeriness about it. Who would have thought, the sun that rises like every ot  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 27,2020 01:34 PM
A Sunset
By Soumik Chowdhury in True Story | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 833 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
I was sitting at a bus stop, resting my legs after a long walk. I had to walk 4 miles every Thursday to go to Arnav's house for teaching him origami. He is a nice boy, although not very much interested in paper crafts. His interest is in sports, especially tennis. He talks about that all the time wh  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 28,2020 12:50 AM
Elements of Citizenship Amendment Act
By in General Literary | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 833 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
 Elements of Citizenship Amendment Act -By Arvind K Pandey  The legal cell of BJP on February 07, 2020, had organized a National Seminar on the premises of Medical College, Pryagaraj, to dispel the confusion and ignorance persisting in regards to Citizenship Amendment Act, 2019. The theme  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Mar 29,2020 04:22 AM
Pouring rain
By Nischal in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 833 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
He was drenched with her essence, though he was in the pouring rain Her memories were hitting him more hard than the hails of the storm Yes, he was being hit by the memories coz they were no more of the alive one He was able to hear her whispering, calling him to create one more jolly memory He was   மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 3,2020 01:59 PM
Past- Vanished yet Eternal
By Ananya Sharma in Poetry | வாசிக்கப்பட்டவை: 833 | பிடித்தமானவை: 0
I ran, ran fast, fast enough from the past, to not hurt.  But there comes a point when a person has to slow down,  Slow down, to breathe, to think, and that's when it grabbed me,  That little piece of dirt, pervert.  It grabbed me with it's knife like fingers, scratched through m  மேலும் வாசிக்க...
அன்று வெளியிடப்பட்டது Apr 9,2020 12:40 PM
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