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You Are Like Poetry, That Stays On My Lips!

You are like poetry, That stays on my lips, Like I am in your dreams. Let me wake in your eyes, Like you are love. Come and stay in my soul, Where there is clarinet playing, I run in that direction. Hold my hands, O,

Labyrinth- Part 1

Dairy, It’s so hard to write a journal when all you can think of is to not give away anything personal or private from your life. The main essentials would be to gloss it up, make your life fascinating and mysterious but yet, believable. But

The Dream

Playing football was his passion. Delaying his return after the usual school hours, he ensured his football skills on the school ground. Days were excellent apart from the long session, due his late arrival, from his mother. But he managed the class hours somehow dreaming

World Became So “Numb”

The world lived with their voices Trying to imitate yours. The world learnt to enjoy With the rise of ‘Hybrid theory”. You made the nu-metal Rule the world Blazing billboard with The “Meteora “ rising above all. You made the world gain more speed As


Their eyes met in the school campus during a program . Tithi was performing  with her classmate when Ravin saw her for the first time. In spite of the fact that they both were in the same school for years, they did not interact. Tithi

Is your boyfriend possessive?

  Is you boyfriend possessive? “Is he possessive about you?” , her friends inquired. “Yes!”, she replied with a smile. “You can’t deal with possessive people.It seems all good in the beginning but later it is suffocating,so what does he do?” “Asks you not to

The Gift

She knew her as her grandmother. They lived down the Haskin Street beside the Brother’s Assembly in a small chalet. She used to be her mother as well as her father from long childhood days back. Her constant presence perhaps was enough to fill her

To Pay The Debt Of A Medicine, Come Like This

Behind the eyelids, Spill alone tears. When your memories tease me, The tears spill like this. The ink of this letter Is made from my tears. You are my pain, You are my medicine! To give a sweet ailment, Come like this. To pay the

The story of the girl friends

“ Beer pass korna Tinika!” said Sukriti. “You both will never change,”  said Soumya. Three of them met after 3 years on the marriage of Soumya and Sagnik who are childhood lovers.The story starts where the trio and Sagnik along-with Sukriti’s fiancee sitting together at

The Soldier

Down the valley lies the beauty, Deepens with the wounds on the chest, Perhaps crossed arms worshiping the deity, He serves himself as the best. The clotted blood reddens the valley, Memories with family behind the closed eyes, Today it ends what he used to

The Transgender

It was 2 minutes to half past one. He was standing beside the garden looking at his friends playing football. Some of them were sitting together and having a random chat amongst each other whilst some were sharing their tiffin. As usual, he heard the

Tale of You and Me

Tale of you and me!   I saw you standing beneath my sword With your heart surrendered without a word Blazing lightning failed to frighten your heart But, I fell apart. Glare of your eyes broke my dreams And brought me to the world of

The Epic Past

The epic past reminded him of his memories. He used to walk down the lane every evening to drop her at the bus stop. When it rained, she held his hand under the umbrella, shared their thoughts and waited there at the crossing, looking at

Door Closed 30

A silent dusk during the beginning of summer, May. The sun had just kissed the horizon. A breeze blowing gently, leaves whistling, birds returning home after a long tiresome day. Emma Woods, a woman of age nearly 71 years, lives alone at her house in

How To Love Women Who Have Been Unloved.

Not everybody is a story, Some people are poems, A haiku, And they will break your body into syllables, wait For you to rhyme For the cups of your elbows to fall on the ground Like rainwater and they will take bits of that To

Would It Be Okay?

Would it be okay if I took some of your time? Would it be okay if I wrote you a rhyme? Would it be okay if I opened my heart? Would it be okay if I took on the part Of being your man and

The Distance Between You And Me

These distances! The distance between paths, The distance between eyes, The distance between companions, All these distances should finish! Why someone is near, While someone is away? Nobody knows this. Am I coming near or going far? I don’t know where I am! There was

Be Brave Enough To Follow Your Heart

Since she was ten, Harsha has been dreaming of blossoming into an acclaimed writer when she grows up. She realized she had to follow her aspirations as she became conscious of the spontaneous flow of enticing emotions and thought strings whenever she experienced something new-