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Some, lost in the oblivion of the deed, excel at sucking the very soul out of people they gaslight - case in point - Five f'ing circles...
Hi, I don’t know why I’ve chosen to write this after 15 years of living a life of quiet longing…but...
POETICS: EAST AND WEST Origins and evolution of poetics the World Over Although poetry appeared in many countries...
Flowers and Silences The dim darkness-the diffused light-dimness of one merging into the other-imparting more length to the long...
I am a victim of beauty! It chases me like a hunter chases the wild animal in a forest. It is not that it finds me on its own: I always...
मेरी धरती मेरे लोग (मेरी धरती मेरे लोग, दहकता सूरज, गुरिल्ला, प्रेम पत्र, पानी हो बहगया, समुंदर मेरा नाम, शेष-ज्योत्स्ना, खेतों...
THE BURNING SUN I am the drop of sweat, I am the sun Rising from the hills of human sinews, Hearts are my...
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One of my friends had marriage in Madurai. During marriage time her cousinwas studying in Boston and had exams. She has a day or two gap...
and then it begins to crumble the wall that you had built giving it your years of tireless labour dreaming of it by night laying...
two cups of hot tea lay on the table as if they whispered to each other they issued faint smoke she picked up his and walked...
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Have you wondered how life would be if you were transported to a different place, a different time? Outlander anyone? I for one am...
I played this fun icebreaker somewhere- you know the kind that provokes you to thinking and you realize how sometimes the most...
he just frowned or smiled it was unclear when she asked how the winters, ten and more, had passed her fingers,...
"Trust love even if it brings sorrow. Do not close up your heart. The heart is only for giving away with a tear and a song." -...
i hugged a tree. on my fingers a butterfly perched briefly and then it flew fly away it did, i thought with its tender...
crimson dusk fades slowly as the dying murmur of the restless waves a gentle breeze from afar ruffles my hair i think it's...
of the shade burlesque awake in mute gray the walls won’t talk and she can’t hear ripped from time he lay...
As if it’s a golden rule, we blindly associate strategy with success. So much so that we don’t even acknowledge that those...
from the table afar beckoned by a brief glance she smiled at him; a moment so joyful it effaced all time, all the years and...
imagination makes love to memory and a thought is born consensual and timeless always is their act when they have...