Tag Archives: English
बचपन रईस था ~ अमिता सिंह ~
बचपन ही बहुत रईस था बाबा का कंधा सिंहासन था वहां से दुनिया छोटी दिखती थी आज दफतर की उंचाई से अनंत सी लगती है। माँ का गोद मखमली श्या थी एक ही बिस्तर में भाई-बहन संग गहरी नींद आ … Continue reading
He is the one ~ Trisha Patro ~
The real king, Who always bloom like a flower in Spring. Never shows his sorrows to us, But have it all in rows. He never search for praises,He just go working quietly, he do have many needs, But for ours … Continue reading
HONOUR KILLING ~ Plavani Priyadarshini
He loved me and I loved him Our love knew no length and breadth But you called it an unpardonable sin For which we deserved nothing but death. You say I have besmirched my family’s name What I have brought … Continue reading
SHE GREW STRONGER THAN BEFORE… ~ Plavani Priyadarshini ~
She woke up abruptly before the crack of dawn Dragged her aching body in utter dejection A terrible reflection of past awakened her With a feeling of apathy, she glanced up the mirror Her distorted face shimmered in light, Nostalgia … Continue reading
INVISIBLE BEATS ~ Ch. Navakanta Mishra ~
A part of my heart raves around me, interacts with the world, and when I look at you, it interacts with You. Maybe you did not notice fragments of my love, maybe you can not see them, maybe you can … Continue reading
BREVITY OF HUMAN LIFE ~ Plavani Priyadarshini ~
Human life is a tale of mere transience, Shrouded in vague and impermanent desires, A knot of anger,lust and intemperance, Raging fiercely like a wildfire. Life is nothing but an assemblage of months and years, Disappearing faintly into some mighty … Continue reading
MARITAL RAPE ~ Plavani Priyadarshini ~
Dashing into the room in an inebriated state He found me on bed, all tired and dejected I realized it was another grim night to tolerate But somehow I mustered courage to beg him a peaceful rest I tried to … Continue reading
OHH MY FRIEND ~ Trisha Patro ~
It’s your eyes, that tell me truth every time. Now that you are here, Nothing to fear, Stay with me oh my dear. I am a fool for your charms, Your call is my alarm. I don’t think ok you … Continue reading
IMPRISONED TEAR ~ Ch. Navakanta Mishra ~
It’s like listening to the sound of the night whilst it is breaking into the crystals of this moon, small in the infinite reflections that blend the soft lights. And a memory is tearing a moment, that enhances sound, that … Continue reading