Month: December 2021

Poetry

Mountains Cry

I love to climb the hills and feel the air that chills. As I breathe in the open sky I can hear the mountains cry. The winter breeze is cold, the hills and the mountains stand bold. Soon, it will be blanketed with snow and ice, and weep underneath until […]

Poetry

Bygone Days…

There was that day, Where I used to play on the bay, And drank the freshwater, To quench my thirst and grow better.   There was that day, In every moment I played, Running in terraces I enjoyed, But today everything has decayed.   Life used to be beautiful then, […]

Poetry

Oceanic Eyes…

The deeper I look into your oceanic eyes, The deeper I fall in love with every sigh, The mirage of my life gets refracted, As I see myself in thy eyes perfectly sculpted.   The vastness of love is crafted in an ocean, Of your eyes filled with craving emotions, […]

Poetry

Lost Love

  If you had told me once, that you love me so much   I would have willingly fallen in your arms   Embraced you with my  warmth   And readily given you my heart    You hid your feelings from me   Suffered silently within Only if you had […]

Poetry

Meeting at the Backyard of Jama Masjid

The clock strikes 10 and men of venomous ideas sleep under the blanket of deep dense desires. He sneaks through the half-burnt door, scared like a wingless pigeon at the sight of a dead scarecrow, carefully watching his footprints die in the haunted void. Ah! a heap of darkness unfolds […]

Poetry

Autumn of Life

As the leaves begin to shade The greenery of the earth begins to fade Preparing trees for the new leaves to be grown The transition of old and emaciated into newborn   It displays its startling beauty to our eyes Entrapped in its beauty we do not realize. That, these […]

Articles

Most Overrated Leader of The World

by Sudha Dixit An oft-repeated lie does not become the truth. Metaphorically speaking, “Truth” is always “naked “while a “lie” is constantly garbed in different attires. umpteen times told lie, creates a façade of truth. The mob starts believing it. People need a leader; whether a religious one or a […]

Fiction

A Bittersweet Christmas

by Riddhima Basiya Lucille Gomes had retired as an English tutor after scurrying through the length and breadth of Mumbai’s western suburbs for nearly 31 years. Her husband Edwin retired three years later as a manager in a shipping company on Dockyard Road. Edwina, their only child, had gone against […]

Poetry

भारत की शान

दास्तान है भारत की, भारत की एक गली की बुनते है रंगीन कहानियां, बिना किसी शिकायत की रोशनी रातों में कम थी, लेकिन आँखों में बहुत थी कारीगरी है ऐसी, जो भारत की शान बन गई| ~ Prerana  R. Mohanty  Bhubaneswar, India