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 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 If we calculate to be exact, it is more than 200,000 every year which obviously doesn’t include unpublished short stories.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.

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”

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”

मृगतृष्णा

आग है, इक आग है,
जो दर्द की हुँकार है,
जलते जहाँ ग़म थे कभी,
अब जल रहें इंसान है ।।

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.

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 ।