It was SeptemberI didn’t miss the sunsets, I rememberAn invisible road opened upA glitch in timeOr was it the chemical?The air rushed pastAnd like everything, it didn’t lastHere I stood,wishing to drown in themThe place where...
Author - Amisha Mahto
Isn’t life for living,wonder why some prefer killing?Isn’t the ticking of the clock finite,wonder why some shorten it?Not all nights are starry,the darkness is sometimes merry,the beating of a heart, so fragiledoesn’t it...
It’s just so surprising how quickly todays become yesterdays. And “today” after many, many days of procrastination and blaming the so-cold weather for not stepping out in the morning for a walk, I went out. As I sat down on...
The autumn leavesscattered all over the boulevard,rustling silently,Have dried and turned yellowA cold wind blowsAlone, I standThe sunLingering behind the shrubs,Sinks slowlyI keep walking,Will my steps lead me,To my...
Have you ever wondered whether the number of dead people in this world is greater than the number of people alive right now? Although each one of us has our own river of life we swim through; every rain, storm or question has...
27 straight Grand Slam wins and holder of the first three grand slams this year! Having defeated the King of Clay himself in his own garden; bouncing back from 2 sets down, it was the perfect year any tennis player could ever...
I have always wondered, “Why are our favourite books, movies, poems and songs the saddest?” It’s funny how everything that we do is for happiness, we lament when adversity knocks on our doors and still...
The sun hides behind the clouds,Or the clouds hide the sun?Can the sun be hidden forever,would it always be cloudy?No matter how dark the cloudsThe sun lines it with silverThese nightmares make me quiverWake up with a shudderThe...
Thumping on our blue wooden desks and clapping in intervals of three with my girl squad, sending giggles throughout the class is my first memory of Queen. It was simple yet so catchy; it was a groove routine for us! Trying to...
I sat down to writewith no ideas coming my wayI began to fretmy mind running astray An idea drew closerI began to paintmy focus like a razorFilled the pages with black taint Lost my line of thoughtwondered what the...
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