[Poetry] My Dear Smile

My dear smile, I will sing for you a welcome prayer. petals of joy, a melody of homecoming. Everytime you came and went, each  turned into an indelible event. Now that you are back with happiness, Tell me about the things you have seen and gained. love,dream or success ? What did you see?  The sight, …

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[Short Story]”Things we do” ( Part 3)

"Overrated place !" Dhruv mumbled as he took a bite into the last piece of pork. Dhruv has always prioritized perfection and his independence in life. His disappointment with the place and the imperfectly cooked food was evident in his face. Perhaps these uncanny combination of seeking both excellence and freedom made him the confused …

[Short Story] “Things we do” (Part 1)

After I moved to pursuing my career goals, rarely do I meet friends from my childhood. With time I have realized that get together with old friends is not merely a tryst of the right timings out of our busy lives, but the rendezvous of our varied life circumstances. It is a melting pot of …

[Poetry] Barefoot

I will walk barefoot, on these rocks of poverty, Swim past this life of dirt and ugly. Beyond this, there is an ocean of possibilities I will sail on it with my ship of merit and capabilities

[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 30] “Epilogue”

There is nothing else to say, It was meant to end this way. The sailor has reached his shore, and beyond  this cliff, there are roads to travel no more. The end will be abrupt, meaningless and absurd. So will be our lives, so will be this poem. for death is the bargain for a …

[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 11] “An Artist”

Intriguing it is, to look at a man lost in the depths of his thoughts; detached from the cacophony of physicality. finding his way through alleys of imagination; where getting lost is voluntary. freedom in the truest sense; laissez-faire of the mind. Wonder what he is thinking? the joy of a blooming tulip garden, or …

[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 3] “If I can, I will”

If I can escape this morbidity of mind, I will flee to the mountains of creativity, drench under the shower of zest, till salvation can find.   If I can surrender from this race, I will catch my breathe of life, spectate and not partake, end the fear of failure, that I face.   If …

[NaPoWriMo Poetry-2] “What colour is love?”

    Can you tell me, what colour are roses? O dear, it's green. green as grass, he replied. Love, does it have a colour too? It is Of a sort, a blank canvas of emotions, Unless painted with trust, he replied. Rainbow, she desired to see, See through trust of his eyes. But she …

[Poetry] A window of thoughts

A prisoner looks through the narrow window of his prison cell and retrospects his past actions and life. This poem is a shadow of his thoughts.   Opened my eyes to a window of thoughts; But failed to look up at the sun above. It is bright and shining; enlightened. I envy it, jealous a …