[prose]
by
santosh
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Black Pearls
Hi I am modi, no, am not Narendra Modi, I am on twitter, he is not, he wears what he does and I wear what I do and what I do is different from what he does and hence am not Narendra Modi and it is important for me to tell you that I am not Narendra Modi since these days both of us modis appear together at so many places that at times people with impending hair loss wish to have as many hair.
Anyway, I am making this post to clarify that I did...
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[prose]
by
Rohinik
submitted towards:
Poetry
Holding on so tight I might choke myself.Gradual suppression of my hatred.The hate inside,the pent up anger.The dismays on our faces on the news.How could you take them?One by one,the pain increases with the wait.Coming in my way,the pain yet again.Horror at the thought of whiteThe once so serene symbol of peace.All it does it create images of red now-of blood, hate and sorrow.To some,no concern of the breathlessness.The...
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[prose]
by
Rohinik
The value that the small piece of paper holds can make a rich man even more indifferent to its loss or can make the poor man regain his faith in God's existence and make his family accept him again, even if it meant he would only be the bread earner to them. The devil's finest work or a blessing in disguise? Only the holder knows....
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[prose]
by
Rohinik
submitted towards:
Poetry
There he lay, a fading expression on his faceYet the one thing that was reflected was the grace.Beyond a human's realm of knowledge was he travelling toLooking for a new place to stayBut not knowing where, how, why...A pall of peace covered him.The music that came from his room was stopped.When a new home is sought, the journey must be made....
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[prose]
by
tejalj
submitted towards:
Poetry
Wings pierced and life flailingsee how it is sucked into the massive blue with an almost blood- curling flutter. An unnerving silence prevails; suggesting no evidence whatsoever of what was.Then it goes back to how it was; the butterfly forgotten.Waves cease not thrashing, sky darkens and eventually clears. Silence is broken and restored.What of the trapped butterfly?Fading in its yellowlooming closer to the lusty crimson rosebud of death. The p...
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[prose]
by
tejalj
submitted towards:
Short Stories
It was the summer of 1969. I stood leaning quietly against the poorly cemented wall of my terrace, brooding on the intricacies of my insignificant existence. I was disheartened and plagued by loneliness. It was that unfortunate phase in my life where I sensed that God had wantonly abandoned me. I kept an eye open for gazing languorously at the buzzing market scene below. It appeared somewhat similar at any length of the day as if ignorant of the sweltering weather that made me so u...
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[prose]
by
tejalj
submitted towards:
Short Stories
I was only eleven when Amaya married a tall, long haired man with a broad friendly smile and the gentlest of eyes. He gave me an affectionate pat on the head, and gently brushed his lips with my crimson cheeks before he left with my sister.
He must not have known it, but he was the first man to kiss me. My father was a good man, but he paid more attention to the fish he caught t...
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[prose]
by
Rohinik
submitted towards:
Poetry
And one's past comes back to themIn slow, subtle ways.Be it a letter or bumping into an old lover on a road.The effect on you would be hard to coverOld feelings that had been pushed away come right back.And you start facing them with a sensitivity you had lacked then.You wish to undo things done and saidOr just wish that it'd go away.But knowing deep inside that it's too late.The cravings fade, the anger subsidesAnd you try an...
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[prose]
by
Rohinik
The Indian Constitution, in Article 19(1) (a) provides for the freedom of speech and expression. It has been held thatthis right to freedom also includes the freedom of press. It is a deduced right since the press is taken to be a way of stating a citizen of a country. Freedom of press should not be absolute ...
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[prose]
by
Primigenia
Life as we know it shall one day endWho knows how, who knows whenThe powers that be shall tear along the canvasAnd we shall weep tears out of the sadness that it was beyond usBeyond our reach to bridge the gapBeyond our reach to repair the rendInto the chasm we shall tumbleUnited in grief divided in fateIn that moment of doomWe shall be enshrouded by gloomA silent monsterThat awaits in slumber
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