‘Glory or gory?’

He is successful and desired. Ignored times -skewed in italics, The gleaming face had once perspired, Smile behind a mask of wrinkles . And she is successful and pretty. And she has tons of makeup, Just hanging over- a thinly veil, Over Ringed eyes, ugly red circles. . They look awfully suited in this momentContinue reading “‘Glory or gory?’”

‘ Family and we’

Hello guys this is Kunjal. I had written this piece before overtaken by certain whims and emotions.! do tell me your opinion about this one . . Every room, I allude now , in my passing thoughts.Some scent and cries never go wornFor first our little heads were raised, and worked on,And our backs wereContinue reading “‘ Family and we’”

‘How much will you run away?’

Hey guys ! We are here with a SERIES of a story this time ….. One that explores the different aspects of life and the impact of nature and poetry. This work is towards combining both poems and story to spread our bigger idea behind it all. Hope you all like it! ‘Come, take aContinue reading “‘How much will you run away?’”

” Advices or Vices?”

Whispers which I did hear partial, But sometimes,  hushes in  the ear, advices  pouring in, Tied in gentle slews of verses, too experienced, too earful. That at times it becomes an effort to distinguish the true. . And the effort so strenuous that I give up listening, fearful. Some advices look well off and henceContinue reading “” Advices or Vices?””

Night as I see,

Today I would like to pen down on ‘night’  And Everyone discovers with their own leap.  Night is just spew of black downright  Not the slight blue, or that tincture of green just black to seep. . I gazed at the sky in my gloomy reign. So much so that the stars belied their ownContinue reading “Night as I see,”

The DOOR

A rumbling in the bush, I think I saw a shadow Creeping closer was it an ambush? But no it was a meadow. A land full of greenery, Flowers and birds flirting away, An idyllic scene it was- the rules of pessimism  broken away. It takes all my worries, my sorrow, my despair away. AndContinue reading “The DOOR”

No other but a mother this time..

The petite brown face. Lying horrifyingly mute , pale white sheets. The thin strands of brown sticking out Shouting pleading, For they became devoid of, Of The moist feminine feel The face sometimes  beautiful and gleamed. But all its beauty And purity, for the sake! Blurred- Under the dirtied touches and hand forth marks  OfContinue reading “No other but a mother this time..”

The Disillusionment..

By Khushi.M The Disillusionment. Deaths and buildings Buildings picketed with crowds of people Where had the colours of our life gone? Just faded into an uninspiring grey? People were dying, cries of a mother a brother a son All round up to once in a decade reality And then they come up the podium MyContinue reading “The Disillusionment..”

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