By the Editor Mahatma Gandhi once said, hate crime but not the criminal. He might be true in his philosophy but most people are not enlightened souls. People abhor the criminal much more than the crime and some crimes are so heinous that one lifetime won’t be enough to forgive […]
By Lakshay Nanda It was the onset of monsoon in the Indian capital city New Delhi and the school students were having an opulent time to enjoy the remaining one month of their summer vacations. It is a small incident that occurred a few years ago and it often resurfaces […]
Not my fault, I would say, so would he I did my best, and so did he, he said. But, the canyon widened between us everyday, every minute, hopeless, I watched, the edge dissolve into the hazy mist, sinister, cruel, and towards the perfect ending it creeps, ever so slowly, […]
See her walk with her head held high Fearless, confident and strong Untouchable and indestructible Making the world dance to her song. See her close the door behind her Before she takes off her mask Burnt, bruised, injured, damaged She lets her truth, in sunlight, bask. See her now tremble […]
I dreamt, I sailed across the blue, Upon the wings of an angel, true It carried me into lands unknown Singing tunes men do not know I heard the softness of his voice Until I felt drowsed and woke, “Oh! Where was I?” I do not know It […]
Filth in their minds Come the dirty mankind, As soon as alone they saw me For their intentions they never felt sorry They buried me in the ground I was lost and never found, They tore my clothes apart, Just because they felt there hard God I believed in u […]
She looked at me with that piercing gaze Her eyes glimmered, they had a blaze, She looked lost, and yet I knew Her beauty was unmatched, I knew it true, The autumn zephyr blew through her dark hair And a redolence released into the atmosphere, A perfume intoxicating, makes one […]
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I saw the shaggy dog On a crowded street, Alone it was In a milling crowd. Looking lost In the hustle and bustle Of the evening traffic It had a hungry look In its eyes Not frightening But appealing. The ragged leash on its neck Told me […]
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