Poetry For A Cause
“India is what was known, what is known already, and what shall be known — that is what is unknown.” — The Eternal Paradox Incredible India: The Living Soul of Eternity Poetic Prose India is not just a country. She is a soul, a heartbeat, a living entity that breathes in colors, chants, contradictions, and…
They say patriotism is in uniforms, in parades, in salutes.But I have seen it in her —a woman walking alone at midnight,holding her ground like it’s sacred soil,refusing to shrink even when shadows try to swallow her.Her bangles are battle drums,her anklets, the march of a thousand revolutions.Her eyes carry the monsoon’s rage,her silence —…
Poetry from time immemorial has been an alternative form of therapy in times of depression. Poetry has always been accused of carrying one from something real to something unreal, from something factful to something fictitious and to top it all, of offering a flight of escapism from the harsh reality of life to fanciful world….
Squinting my eyes, I woke up to the morning sunshine,Donned in the iron uniform beside the door,Mama hurriedly screamed, “Don’t miss the bus, you have to reach school on time!”Pink Bougainville, red gulmohars, Indian elms,Walking amidst the flower laden path, all trees dazzling like gems.Mithu! Rithu! – two white cranes pecking their food on the…
Do I proclaim myself to be a writer?Do I really qualify to be the one? Do my writings appease others or not? Do I have that grit and resolve to stay here? This Monachopsis of being a writeris A dilemma for me constantlyThe dubious cluttered mind of minekeeps on pricking my conscious I feverishly search…
one day I find my pathby my own.one day slowly or steady I will win the race. one day I will get what I deserveone day my day will come, and everything comes to me on a perfect timeby Palak Arora
Out in the wild one dayI gasped and wondered what these wereNow I knew all these are not our hard workAll these are the out put of that MAN high above.He wills n wishes you dance n playHe retires you retire.The sun scorches,The moon blemishes The rain ruins and upliftsAll he plays high above and…
Just when I was about to leave, Fate pulled me by the sleeve… The stars did not fall from the sky, From her open hair, they slipped goodbye… My feet stood cold, Like a memory old… Me? Just a vagabond, With stories untold… She? Just a mystery, Yet untold… Her steps were slow, Like that…
Flowers I love nature, like most of us do. The greenery and the freshness fill my soul with the serenity unexplainable. I love to click photos and exhibit them as looking at them repeatedly sort of gives a positive vibe to me. I love the lessons flowers impart. Below are some of them listed. …
//Irascible flame of heart// I felt the heat in my heart Scorching and melting the emotions Making it melt the resolve of staying unaffected The Irascible flame of my heart Wasn’t felt and was dormant till now Suddenly got kindled by your behaviour and erupted to the height of it My heart assumed you as…
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