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The Midnight Werewoman
Once upon a nightmare,Under the oak tree,Gazing the October sky,Painted darker than black,I flumped onto the blood-red ground beneath me,Oozing melancholy of my gifted wounds,Asalia tears betraying my iris-coloured iris,And falling down on my lonely scintilla.The cold breeze ruffling through my grey furs,The rust lining my spine,The blackened sharp nails with bits of flesh,My intangibleContinue reading “The Midnight Werewoman”
Few but all things will change
Few but all things will change,after this night of nightmares ends,the way we looked at the world and now we do,the death that seems new normal will haunt;the path we mustn’t have taken,the dread of death must have been stopped. The boundary-wall of blood weaving its heightand never looks down,the sprawling hands of death catchingContinue reading “Few but all things will change”
Maze of Thoughts | Letter
Dear Friend, There are times when I think of stars and a time when I couldn’t think about them; absurd thoughts keep coming back and forth. Restlessly, the maze of thoughts keeps haunting us from nowhere. We think of staying in our comfort zones and don’t bother to ask ourselves about dissolving questions of life.Continue reading “Maze of Thoughts | Letter”
IF I POETISE A MOTHER..
Eyes that shine with experience,Wrinkled lines on the forehead,Subtle and solemn facethat hides fears,And Smile of a silly teenager.Eyelashes wet with worries,Some silvery hair strands waving out,Endless prayers of well being,She recitesAnd sole responsibility of hers,She believes,To seed happiness into lives of loved.O! Maybe the angel itself has taken birthIn human form,To set free theContinue reading “IF I POETISE A MOTHER..”
NEWS AGENCIES : FALSEHOOD AND BIASNESS
We, the people understand there is a society- of different opinions, of different political concerns, and of different perspective for news. But, if the audiences are driving these news agencies; shame on them, for they are not entitled to do that.
THE DIRTY OPINIONISTS : THE PRINT AND JYOTI YADAV
The CBI has finally been investigating Sushant Singh Rajput’s case and some people can’t resist it completely. When everyone is concerned about fishy and fuzzy investigation done by Maharashtra Police and the impartial involvement of Maharashtra government some media houses are trying to play their dirty game of journalism and falsehood. When I say dirtyContinue reading “THE DIRTY OPINIONISTS : THE PRINT AND JYOTI YADAV”
DROPS OF THOUGHTS | AESTHETIC LINES
Few drops of unattended thoughts, travel all the way from the clouds of imagination, not entertaining, but pertaining to something within, falls on dry hearts.
Confluence of love | REPOST
The love of yours, To the love of mine,The affinity of heart-beats, To remain alive. The eyes of yours, And the eyes of mine, Enough to see, The world of ourselves. The arm of yours, To the arms of mine,Enough to reside, For the whole of our lives. The lip of yours, To the lipsContinue reading “Confluence of love | REPOST”
A MERE COINCIDENCE.. | AESTHETIC LINES
A mere coincidence of looking into each other, can define a night full of stars. – Gautam Kumar
“Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art” | JOHN KEATS
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the nightAnd watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillow’d uponContinue reading ““Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art” | JOHN KEATS”
STAYS SOMEWHERE | AESTHETIC LINES
“Stays somewhere, little ashes of thoughts, dawning in the middle of stray stars alone but surrounded by meaningless bushes of burdens.”
FIRST LOVE | REPOST
The way she passed the bridge of my memory,I lost my way out of the senses.The lights of courage in me was diminished,Flaunted by the winds of first love. Her gaze of glitters stared at me,Like she holds secrecy of wings,A breath that dissolved in me,felt like a fragrance of undiscovered life. I hated beingContinue reading “FIRST LOVE | REPOST”
DARKNESS | LORD BYRON
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the starsDid wander darkling in the eternal space,Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earthSwung blind and blackening in the moonless air;Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day,And men forgot their passions in the dreadOf this their desolation; andContinue reading “DARKNESS | LORD BYRON”
A MASTERPIECE| REPOST
Sitting besides the blue-ish river of Atlanta,Staring, the filled sky with grains,Glittering in the nights.He beseeches for a masterpiece. A thought, that can change,his life, before, it ends. Carving, through the muds of soil,he began his journey of life. Some emotions, like an ocean,with devotion, and his imagination,created some wonderful creations. Dolls, to play with,Sculptures,Continue reading “A MASTERPIECE| REPOST”
FRAGILE LIMBS OF YOURS| AESTHETIC LINES
“Pour the wind, with the fragile limbs of yours, the rhythms of life, and let other breathe on them,”
Poem Excerpts: THE FABRICATED LURE
The divine ride of my bicycle through hazy humanity,innocent replica of tomorrow how dim witted!!slow-thicken and twisted, lullaby of lies we heard,melody of myths, each passing day subsides.the goodness, the beauty and the morale of life.ashes, ashes, all fell down.
QUOTE OF THE DAY
You know how to craft mere dust into a mountainous courage,to fight, love, and respect everything in life,you’re alive.
THE FORGIVEN BETRAYAL
Oh! The light of faith has gone
And the serene blindness in it,
Warmth of the hearts dulled
Have icy questions in it…
The silken thread of trust
Is somehow, broken,
And the feathery feelings
Are now, just a token…
FEEL THE LOST RAIN: PUT UP A COSTLESS SMILE
We know the cascade of thoughts and their impacts on our life. Life is terrain, and we all walk through. Every time we breathe, after we’re born, the breathes dissolved in the air tells us to understand that we became one more breathe old. Standing for the first time in our lives, when we didContinue reading “FEEL THE LOST RAIN: PUT UP A COSTLESS SMILE”
THE FABRICATED LURE
The divine ride of my bicycle through hazy humanity,innocent replica of tomorrow how dim witted!!slow-thicken and twisted, lullaby of lies we heard,melody of myths, each passing day subsides.the goodness, the beauty and the morale of life.ashes, ashes, all fell down. Then ticked on the Life’s clock, adult reality,Full moon brings the darkest night agitated,for peopleContinue reading “THE FABRICATED LURE”
THE PEN OF CREATIONS
It’s enfolding, the forgotten me,the dead me and the rising me,a prose of love,and some poetries of life. It stretches me out,from the life of hazards,to the life of wonders.Like a lyrics,Written on breaths,It sings inside,to make a charm,Blowing up the faces. It feels the joy,Of creating thoughts,the ink of zeast,Filled to the life,Writing onContinue reading “THE PEN OF CREATIONS”
SOLD DOWN PEARL
Before the early birds could sing a love song,Collecting the monumental lure of her love,He left her marooned in demise for long. She, who weighs priceless in heavens,Awaits in demise, disbelief, and fear.Pierced into her heart, the brand of love,Makes the night sob in delusional despair. Babbling in the air, sorrow and tear.The herd ofContinue reading “SOLD DOWN PEARL”
Everyone has a story, some untold, some are weaving.
The pond, the lake,and the little lotus,Everyone has a story, some untold, some are weaving. these stories are real,like us, but, they never share us, like we never share ours. They play, they love, and they get hurt,they feel broken and fight for their survival.
TULIPS by Sylvia Plath
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in. I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietlyAs the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions. I have given my name and my day-clothes up to the nurses AndContinue reading “TULIPS by Sylvia Plath”
THE COSTLY TALKS | VIRGINIA WOOLF
“How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here forever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.” “Dearest, I feel certain that IContinue reading “THE COSTLY TALKS | VIRGINIA WOOLF”
HEART WHISPERS |QUOTE OF THE DAY
“Heart whispers through the voices lost in silent winds of solace.” – Gautam Kumar
PERHAPS | POEM
The possibilities of the livings drives them forward. With all the heart wrenching predicaments of life, they still breath, they still live it to the fullest…
The Petals and The Raindrop |Short stanza
It was the love of
petals
for a raindrop,
who reflected sun rays
until her love
disappeared in the air.
“I do love you” |Poem
In midst of life,In lies of the world,In my craving thoughts,I breathe of disguise,I am not your worthy,neither trust Worthy,But I do love you. For that reason,Or for many reasons,I blush at you, orfor silly jokes you have,I might tell you some day,Or may not tell you ever,But I do love you. There’re flowers IContinue reading ““I do love you” |Poem”
Dissolved Ashes of Love
In my breaths,the dissolved ashes of your loveare left somewhere,it raises itself,and covers me in dust,when the known wind,with the smell of yours,blows. – Gautam Kumar
Burnt Arms of Roses hurt
Stuck within the walls of nonsense,
Stung by the venomous society,
Hiding scars of her heart, hopeless,
Gazes, the chopped wings of her.
A fond Adieu |Poem Excerpts
Trembling with fear of losing him, she stares the lamp at the corner,and he stands to leave. As they walk in silence,nothing much, but smiles of love,accompanied, her eyes beseeches him to stay, and his charming eyes,filled with opportunities,of this blind world,never cares. Read the complete poem Here
Flower’s Tantrum
Flowers have the most adorable tantrum of all, they look at you BEAUTEOUSLY, you look at them in anticipation, they make you fall for them, but, once you pluck them to keep them with you, they will start fading, and die, suicide.
The Dirty flowers in the garden of God
Flowers in the garden of god,the aesthetic, elegant mankind,flourished from one to the other,an infinity of beauteous nature. Somewhere, bestrewed with heavyLeaves of cruelty, sits some flowers,Covered in Bosky roots of hungerand poverty. In the brume of misery,they ask for nothing,but a mere questionof blooming,at odd time,at odd place,in odd conditions,is this life is givenContinue reading “The Dirty flowers in the garden of God”
A Letter of Happiness
Dear Friend, There is happiness in everything. If you want to find it, it will be difficult as it is everywhere. It is difficult to choose from that bucket of happiness, a happiness which will suit you or which stand right to your expectations, but You will find it finally, I really wish you do.Continue reading “A Letter of Happiness”
Rain of Love |Revisit
Let it wash,the old memories,the hurts and pain,to blossom again,in the rain of love. A me in me,dying alone,let it soak,the mud again,make me alive,alive again,O’, rain of love.
Time escapes
Time escapes,faster,wildly,unrealized,unpresented,but slow for the fastest. In the arms of heaven,it never sits,but keeps running,towardsa never-ending race. We,On the other side,Keep waiting,for the right time,to strike,for good,or for fortune. It never,Strikes the clock,the way we want,the way we wish,and, we keep waiting. the better is,not to sit,but to run,faster than time,realizing, but not looking atContinue reading “Time escapes”
चल आज वहाँ हम जंग करें ।
आँखों में आँखे डाल कर,
सूरज से भी, गगन से भी,
नीर, अग्न, पवन से भी,
जहाँ मृत हमारी काया हो,
चल आज वहाँ हम जंग करें ।
Poem Excerpts : The drops of fog
Writing on leaves,the drops of fogsome sublime poetries,of life & lies,burning and dying,true love in the eyes. Escaping from the arms of clouds,falling to the surface of grounds,it cools the heat all around. Read full poem here >>> The drops of Fog New Arrivals
Poem Excerpt | A LIFE WITH LENITY
Whimpers in the maze of tough thoughts,A life with lenity.A thought of seeking coincidence,With wondrous epiphany. A morning that seeks night,But couldn’t.A night that seeks dawn,But couldn’t. Read complete poem here >>> A life with Lenity New Arrivals
Sour love | Flash story
Trashed to the total misery of life he waited for her. On the wary mountains beneath the total screwed up place and with all his heart and bottom, he waited. Love makes sense of total nonsense, and it does happen to the people. When I say total screwed up place, I do mean it. There,Continue reading “Sour love | Flash story”
The brave ashes
On the sore of a river,
beside the ponderous forest,
from the burning dry woods,
they were born.
बड़ा अडिग है
बड़ा अडिग है, भिमकायसीने पर साँप सा भारी,खोने की खाँचों में बैठा,एक ख़ाक बड़ा अभिमानी,वो सत में एक झूठ सा बैठा,झुठों में सतज्ञानि । आँखों से ओझल रहता है,पर दिमाग़ पर भाड़ी,सभी शब्दों में छिपा है जैसे,तेल पर तैरता पानी । जो कंकर को मोती कर दे,करुणा, प्रेम की छाया,जो हम-तुम को दूषित कर दे,द्वेष,Continue reading “बड़ा अडिग है”
The clock on the lost wall
Right there,on the wall of lost time,sitting is a clock. Looking through the eyes of time,everything and everywhere. There isn’t solace,but a sadness that keeps getting deeper with time. If you know and look into it, you will find it hard to understand. The petrichor,the dusky smell of wooden trench, used long back to makeContinue reading “The clock on the lost wall”
Quote :short prose
The dark enchantments of gloominess when washes over a mind,the soul tears apart from the filthy truths of the world. – Manu
“The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!” | John Keats
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,
Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone,
Bright eyes, accomplish’d shape, and lang’rous waist!
Quote of the Day
The glitters of the sun rays, when fall on the soils of existence, magnificent fruits of life procreate” Mansi Singh
Top 10 love quotes of All the Time
All selected from Best of the best, Presenting to you, Ten best quotes on Love. Love isn’t a topic but is a feel, to be felt. Let delve into it with Literature and with the romance of words.
Kasturi | Poem Series | Part 1
Two ends of a sphere,
Me and my Heart.
One lives with me,
one lost
to never found me again.
Top 5 Dramatic/Narrative Poetry of all the time
Poetry is the best art form that ever existed. Poetry isn’t restricted or subjected to follow any rule. However, it can be put into some niche based on its creation. Today, we would like to share with you, The Best 5 dramatic/Narrative poetry. Before we begin let us understand what dramatic poetry is? Dramatic poetry encompassesContinue reading “Top 5 Dramatic/Narrative Poetry of all the time”
The 10 Best Short fictions to Read | or to Listen on Amazon Audible
Stories, when we read, we fall in love with the feel expressed through the adorable amalgamation of words. There are numerous amount of short fictions published every year. If we calculate to be exact, it is more than 200,000 every year which obviously doesn’t include unpublished short stories. As the number keeps rising, we’re here to help you out. Today we’re going to short the list out to 10, which is not as exact to be exact but based on orientation and premise, also on the kind of reviews they collected.
Caged Bird | Poem | Maya Angelou
A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
THE GIFT OF THE MAGI | Short Story | O. Henry
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one’s cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-Continue reading “THE GIFT OF THE MAGI | Short Story | O. Henry”
Quotes to celebrate Environment Day
The poetry of the earth is never dead.” – John Keats “The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure.” – D. H. Lawrence “There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature – the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.” – RachelContinue reading “Quotes to celebrate Environment Day”
Poetry Repost | A Nap in the Lap of Nature |Environment Day
For the regeneration of life,A nap in the lap of nature,a medicine, a therapy it is. For all of our worries,For a frustrated, an irritated mind,a disturbed soul, and a fast beating heart,A nap in the lap of nature,Is the cure, a medicine, a therapy it is. For a life, you beg for,The calmness,the peaceContinue reading “Poetry Repost | A Nap in the Lap of Nature |Environment Day”
Poetry | Less Human than Human
We have always been less human than human,
In the glare of pathetic greed, we are leading,
Like never before, or like every Single time.
There isn’t any sign of togetherness,
Good deeds, a better past, or our glory,
If there is, it’s rare, so we share.
Shamelessly.
Still I Rise | Maya Angelou | Golden Collection
You may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may trod me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you?Why are you beset with gloom?’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wellsPumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns,With the certainty of tides,Just likeContinue reading “Still I Rise | Maya Angelou | Golden Collection”
Nine Stories| J.D.Salinger | Book of the day |
Nine Stories (1953) is a collection of short stories by American fiction writer J. D. Salinger published in April 1953. It includes two of his most famous short stories, “A Perfect Day for Bananafish” and “For Esmé – with Love and Squalor”. (Nine Stories is the U.S. title; the book is published in many otherContinue reading “Nine Stories| J.D.Salinger | Book of the day |”
Poem Excerpts : यादें तेरी लाया हूँ ।
राहों के सुखे फूल सही,मैं तेरे लिए ही लाया हूँ । कुछ भूली बिसरी याद वही,मैं सब चुन चुन कर लाया हूँ । बीतें हर साल जो मिनटों -से,उनकी हर रात को लाया हूँ । सावन के झूलों की रस्सियां,डब्बे में भर कर लाया हूँ । नन्हे पावों की तेरी चप्पलें,मैं बढ़ते क्रम में लायाContinue reading “Poem Excerpts : यादें तेरी लाया हूँ ।”
Presence is You(Vide0 Cover)
In the glare of little sunshine,In blossoms of pink daffodils,With buckets of happiness,Presence is you. It’s youin the first rain to the fists,In the closed eyes of the nights,It’s you – Seeking a heart,to console, and to burn it. It’s youin the slump of dreams,In the wonders of rains,With the brand of stare.In the riversContinue reading “Presence is You(Vide0 Cover)”
A Red, Red Rose -Robert Burns
O my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly played in tune. So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry. Till a’Continue reading “A Red, Red Rose -Robert Burns”
The beauty of Life
These mountains, a solid architecture,a life with the green canvas, all over it,like a bold green flesh, raised by the sun,the summers, winters and spring passing,it stays still, never complaining, about anything. In summers, Sun melts him, like fire vomiting dragon,his little trees and plants die due to illness,lack of water causes death to belovedContinue reading “The beauty of Life”
A thing of Beauty is a joy for ever – by john Keats
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:Its loveliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness; but still will keepA bower quiet for us, and a sleepFull of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathingA flowery band to bind us to the earth,Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearthOfContinue reading “A thing of Beauty is a joy for ever – by john Keats”
She walks in Beauty by Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that’s best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes;Thus mellowed to that tender lightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less,Had half impaired the nameless graceWhich waves in every raven tress,Or softly lightensContinue reading “She walks in Beauty by Lord Byron”
The Misery of Pain
In the misery of pain,
the hurt beliefs of life,
never fought to forget,
What was causing it.
One-line Poetry
“Heart whispers through the voices lost in silent winds of solace.” “Never heard the Whispers of flowers, the stones remained stones.” “In the lost tranquility, i still breath of unanimous trails towards peace.” “Writing on leaves, the drops of fog, some poems of life, about smiling and blossoming, love in the eyes.” “Written on herContinue reading “One-line Poetry”
Presence is You
In the glare of little sunshine,In blossoms of pink daffodils,With buckets of happiness,Presence is you. It’s youin the first rain to the fists,In the closed eyes of the nights,It’s you – Seeking a heart,to console, and to burn it. It’s youin the slump of dreams,In the wonders of rains,With the brand of stare.In the riversContinue reading “Presence is You”
Natural Amalgamation
Relentlessly, walking through the silent roads, I couldn’t find a way to escape the thoughts of amalgamation, i would say. People often losses themselves to people around them. The thoughts however keeps hovering into the heads; the thoughts of being you. Why can’t we understand thoughts of delving into the nature or resources the natureContinue reading “Natural Amalgamation”
The drops of fog
Writing on leaves, the drops of fogsome sublime poetries,of life & lies,burning and dying,true love in the eyes. Escaping from the arms of clouds,falling to the surface of grounds,it cools the heat all around. Scattered onto the soil,it asks for an another life.a life of time, for a lifetime,nothing it says, but denies.
A Life with Lenity
Whimpers in the maze of tough thoughts,A life with lenity.A thought of seeking coincidence,With wondrous epiphany. A morning that seeks night,But couldn’t.A night that seeks dawn,But couldn’t. It stays within,And asks quietly,Whether you’re,what you areor not?? When not heard,It stays where it belongs,Like a snail in its shell.
क़िस्मत के तराने
कितने दूर है, न जाने कहाँ है, मेरी क़िस्मत के तराने, किस गफ़लत में गुम है । न कोई आस, न उम्मीद में है, वो दूर कहीं ख़ुद ख़ाक में गुम है । एक प्यास जो इधर लिए बैठा हूँ, जिस तड़प में मन हिरण बन फिरता है । क्यूँ रात भीContinue reading “क़िस्मत के तराने”
A mountainous Butterfly
In the mountains, when the sunlight wakes her up, the morning begins, We see her brightly colored wings, She flies through the routes of flowers, rivers, brooks, and through the petals of blue delphiniums. Like a lady with courage and compassion, giving soothe to the eyes of lovers. like a queen of nature’s kingdom, whoContinue reading “A mountainous Butterfly”
First Love
The way she passed the bridge of my memory,
I lost my way out of the senses.
The lights of courage in me was diminished,
Flaunted by the winds of first love.
A Masterpiece
Sitting besides the blue-ish river of Atlanta,
Staring, the filled sky with grains,
Glittering in the nights.
He beseeches for a masterpiece.
Ashes of Thoughts
Stays somewhere,
little ashes of thoughts,
dawning in the middle
of some stray stars,
alone but surrounded,
by meaningless bushes
of burdens.
Little Fuzz of Shah Alam -S01E01(Excerpt)
It started when everybody was looking for a reason to live but Shah Alam was not having any, sitting on a bench, looking for birds, counting on them and starting all over again. He knew his world was shrinking with every running time, he was hell of a guy who understand everything but tries toContinue reading “Little Fuzz of Shah Alam -S01E01(Excerpt)”
अब कहाँ विकट अँधेरे में
अब कहाँ विकट अँधेरे में,
उजाले ढूंढ़ा करते हो ।
फिर आश बढ़ा उन लासों में,
इन्सानियत ढूंढ़ा करते हो ।
बुनियाद बानी थी फूसों की,
महलों को ताका करते हो ।
फिर आज घने अँधेरे में ,
राहों को देखा करते हो ।
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