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Iridescent
Life is iridescent, reflecting a spectrum of ever-changing, vibrant experiences.
Lonely Lows
Beyond all the odds and blues, There's always a gratifying glee and a home-like hue! Beyond all those inky clouds, There's always a...
Shruti Priya
Sep 2, 20231 min read
चाय
हो हर सुबह की शुरुआत तुम, हो शाम की चर्चाओं का साथ तुम, चाय की बात ऐसी निराली है थके शरीर में ऊर्जा भरने वाली है! चाय के भी हैं अनेकों...
Shruti Priya
Sep 2, 20231 min read
Shifting sands of memory
In this place, I've come, don't know how or when, Near my old school, memories ignite again. After all this time, it feels so fine,...
Neha Singh
Aug 25, 20231 min read
Back To December
Bittersweet memories fill my mind, All the moments we left behind. Can’t help but feel the weight of regret, Knowing I let go of a friend...
Prachi Pranesh
Aug 25, 20231 min read
AS SWEET AS IT SEEMS
During one of the most challenging chapters of my life, I found solace and inspiration in the lyrics of a song that holds a very special...
Prachi Pranesh
Aug 18, 20232 min read
Cotton Candy
Upon the fairgrounds, a sight so divine, Where whimsy and dreams softly entwine, There rests a creation, delicate and light, A sugary...
Priyanshu Raj
Aug 14, 20231 min read
‘मैं’ और ‘मेरा’
'मैं' और 'मेरा' की क्या परिभाषा, मन मान मरु मही को विपासा, चाहे चंचल चरित्र का चारू मुकुर, या स्वार्थ क्षुधा, लगता स्वाद मधुर। प्रधानता...
Mrityunjay Kashyap
Aug 14, 20234 min read
For me
For me, it has always been, Nothing, but an attempt to be seen. Look for my echoes into their eyes, To match mine with their vibes. Find...
Mrityunjay Kashyap
Aug 13, 20231 min read
The Gift of Death
The gift of death, and one can only say, Is a special one, at the end of the day. When life betrays for reasons unknown, When the essence...
Mrityunjay Kashyap
Aug 13, 20231 min read
कुटुम्ब (१)
1 वेद की गाड़ी लेट है। अब कोई ट्रेन समय पर आ जाए तो आश्चर्य होता है। सिस्टम के दोष तो है हीं, प्रकृति भी प्रतिकूल है। इधर कोहरा नहीं लग...
Mrityunjay Kashyap
Aug 13, 20238 min read
घाट
(१) सूरज ने अब अपनी किरणों को समेटना आरंभ किया। अंबर लालिमा युक्त है। गंगा के साफ जल में जो प्रतिबिंब बन रहा है, वह प्रकृति की चित्रकला...
Mrityunjay Kashyap
Aug 13, 20238 min read
An accident
It was a bicycle, not very old I don’t really know, I was just told On a sunny day, in winter very cold I decided to ride it, while...
Mrityunjay Kashyap
Aug 13, 20231 min read
संतोष
कामधेनुगुणा विद्या ह्ययकाले फलदायिनी। प्रवासे मातृसदृशा विद्या गुप्तं धनं स्मृतम्॥ ~ चाणक्य नीति विद्या कामधेनु के गुणों वाली है। यह उपमा...
Mrityunjay Kashyap
Aug 13, 20234 min read
मन में - 3. प्रवेश
दरबार में अद्भुत है शोभा आज, सजा है चारों ओर साजों-साज, हो रहा था बड़ा सम्मेलन, थे उपस्थित विशिष्ट ज्ञानी जन। आए थे पार कर प्रांत, थी...
Mrityunjay Kashyap
Aug 13, 20232 min read
Atychiphobia
Atychiphobia, oh fearful foe, How you grip and bind us so, With every failure, you grow strong, And make us doubt where we belong. You...
Prachi Pranesh
Aug 6, 20231 min read
SHE
It was once that she sat down and thought, She had forgotten to put herself prior to the world She believed she could make the people...
Sweta Jena
Aug 6, 20231 min read
व्यंजन
क्या हुआ जो मेरी इच्छाओं का सम्मान नहीं, प्रशंसा भले नहीं, कम से कम निंदा गान सही! क्या मेरा अस्तित्व है ? - स्वयं से यह सवाल, नहीं, क्या...
Mrityunjay Kashyap
Aug 6, 20232 min read
Do you hear me?
Here’s a bleak attempt to pass this piece of writing as a poem because I’m quite not-literate in this genre of writing but have high...
Pragyashree Jaiswal
Jul 27, 20231 min read
Beyond Right and Wrong
Even if you’re not familiar with the curators of the literary world I am sure you must have, at some point, heard of, Rumi. Jalal ad-Din...
Pragyashree Jaiswal
Jul 27, 20232 min read
STARDUST
Isn’t life for living, wonder why some prefer killing? Isn’t the ticking of the clock finite, wonder why some shorten it? Not all nights...
Amisha Mahto
Jul 27, 20231 min read
EDITOR'S CHOICE
We Wear the Mask
Poetry (Translated from La Poesia)
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
PAUL L DUNBAR
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