Poetry : 3 : Green Pastures and the blooming florets
Bustling horns and dusty loos with spinned up mind,Taxed and bored was me to take a break from this agony.To my way to the natures lap with limitless sky and green carpets,How I wondered the magic …...
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Remember to Stop and Smell The Roses
 Too often we get caught up in our busy schedules that we forget to notice the life around you, the people around you. I am guilty as anyone of tuning out the world in this manner. A short time agoâ...
9 Years Ago
Let The World Read Your Heart
This is my heart for you and everyone out there. All through my life and even in this pretty right moment while I’m typing my mind, I have gone through loads of phases like each and everyone in thiâ...
9 Years Ago
The Wind !!!
The grumpy old mango tree has hundreds of stories knitted to Ritika’s mind. The wind that blew within the clustered branches gave a soothing flash of childhood memories in her mind. The wind was alâ...
9 Years Ago
The Stolen Motherhood
 Tears rolled down her cheeks at the sight of the empty bed and accessories of her deceased 8 year old son. Gita could not relieve herself out of her plundered fate that wiped whole happiness…...
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Poetry 2 : The Waifed Little Damsel
 See her, wandering through the cobbled roadway; for her roaming the boulevard was the fate; Never had any seen her sleeping under a hay ; Creep-ed to hell drenched in hate .   sh…...
9 Years Ago
