(The poem is a depiction of people going through death-like physical pain especially when they are unwell) Put me in the cold Beneath there, will I retreat, Storms don’t seem to Assuage this scorching heat Wearied, my journey, Overtired are my feet, I now need the chill, Cist me into the freeze Forlorn smile, my… Continue reading Put Me In The Cold
(This is a work of pure fiction and meant as a light read without intending to cause any offence to anyone in particular) Me: “Maaaa, I’ve got the job I interviewed for in the MNC, last week. I'll be joining as an Assistant Project Manager.” (I squeal excitedly.) Ma: It is a wonderful news child.… Continue reading Don’t Judge A Book By It’s Cover
Twinkle Khanna, widely known for her blunt, satirical articulation and sassy punchlines, often never desists from calling a spade a spade. This article is with reference to a recent video posted out by her on Mother’s Day where she captioned the video as: “What mother’s really want for Mother’s Day but can’t tell their kids.… Continue reading My Take on Twinkle Khanna’s Mother’s Day Video
Traverse through the journey called life with: Spikes on your wheels, Courage on your sleeves, A halo on your crown, And a gratuitous heart Photo by Євгеній Симоненко on Pexels.com
Our breath dies several deaths when we hold pain whereas life enhances manifold as we decide to let go and move on.
Nurturing a blind wish for love is akin to living in a self-made trap. Awake!!! Revamp your individuality into a sturdy one.
Don’t WAIT to end abuse and toxicity. Close doors to it right away and walk out, even if that’s the only option left, for holding on is like a frog sitting in cold water placed over fire, oblivious to its own peril.
Ah! Little germ! What have you made of us? A dread of mess; a bundle of frayed nerves Thinking of our loved ones, we’re naught but goose bumps Even as I watch your victims every nanosecond slump What strange times we’ve today entered For you’ve quickly got everything overpowered Where are we headed, what’ll be… Continue reading Germ
River 1: I hope we meet someday…somewhere…but god knows when and where!!! River 2: Yes… united we started, grew together and darted out of the valleys and hillocks, seeking open seas but what’s this separation in between? Unfathomable! River 1: It was done for the benefit of the people, provide drinking water for the masses,… Continue reading Two Rivers…
Aditya settled himself in the VIP lounge, with a cup of coffee and snacks, observing everything around with keen interest when he saw a bespectacled lady turning around, at the counter. He had an eye for the opposite sex, even at an age, as in the mid-forties and at a stage where he was the… Continue reading The Encounter