Month: July 2020

Poetry

A Cup of Tea

A cup of tea early in the morning Is something I always love taking While I lie abed My mother makes it ready on the table With some warm toasts of butter Toasts, you know, I like the most As in my childhood When I was not feeling good My […]

Poetry

Equal Eyes

You may be tall, And I short, No problem, I fit in my own home, Let us just have equal eyes.   You may be healthy, And I malnourished, No problem, I grow my own food, Let us just have equal eyes.   You may be learned, And I illiterate, […]

Poetry

The Poet and The Verse

What if the one who made this verse is a poet? What if he’s a man who drinks too merrily? If not, then why does his creation seem so magnanimous and yet so silly? If not, then why do the planets seem drunk and wobbly, and the stars always ready […]

Poetry

The Monsoon Wait

Why the Monsoon has a face strange?  Unseen to the lovers of rain, so strange, With its diffident drops, these days, Yes, the scanty Monsoon drops, now a days. Nostalgic, how long, have I to wait, To hear,  the usual  amourous croaking of the frogs, wet, In rain, inviting the […]

Poetry

She will, I won’t

She will be the apple of my eye, My child. She will have brown hair, As her father does. She will wink in delight when she smells sugar, As her mother does. She will cower at the sight of a lizard, As her aunt does. She will hold the world […]

Poetry

Look Me in The Eyes

Look me in the eyes… Tell me you need me Like the flower that Needs the rain. Look me in the eyes Tell me that you care for me Like the waves of the sea that Always kiss the seashore. Look me in the eyes Tell me that that you […]

Articles

Contagious Element

by Stuti Saxena Singh In present scenario, if the term is to be coined, surely COVID-19 will occupy the frames of mind . But still there is another severe silent contagious element persisting in our society,which likewise COVID -19 can be symptomatic and asymtomatic, additionally, disease effects are equally catastrophic,if left […]

Poetry

The Breeze

The wind has a strong will power, in ire It blows out the earthen lamp bright, In a gentle mood, becomes vital in keeping An almost dying candle restored and alight.   I love the pleasant and temperate wind Passing through my tresses – disheveling them, Caressing my cheeks softly […]