The Morning Walk
The clock strikes five, and I know it is time for me to rise from my slumber Getting up hastily, performing the usual morning...
The clock strikes five, and I know it is time for me to rise from my slumber Getting up hastily, performing the usual morning...
You have emerged from Parvati’s uptan, She gave you structure and infused life, satiating her motherly inclination. Your adorable form is the fruition of...
Wandering through the valleys, deserts, forests and urban alleys, combing through the clump of bougainvillaea, brushing dew drops off the fresh leaves of chrysanthemum,...
How does it feel To bear no faith in another? What’s the world like when you see with one eye, and are blind in...
A few words that are embedded deep in the heart Are much better left unsaid, lest they fall apart They weigh quite heavily, and...
The myth about number 13, a tale so old, A superstition spread, but let’s break the mold. Is it unlucky? I don’t think so,...
How long will you search for yourself in others’ eyes? How long will they carry the weight of your smile? The day you befriend...
Towards Obliteration (A Haiku) smoke-filled burning sky devastated settlements war mongers’ delight Kishor Kumar Mishra Chance a good chance like...
Sunset Years “Don’t make me wear a diaper, I will control myself,” said Grandpa to Simon’s mom. “You don’t have to rush...
Artwork by artist Gaurisha Artwork by artist Priyanka Priyadarshini Artwork by artist Staffy Bhateja
A Photograph by Vandana Bhasin A Photograph by Manisha Amol A Photograph by Dr. Mallika Tripathi
Every year, ALS Parwaaz Forum- Our special needs Support group comes up with an anthology dedicated to our special needs community. This year, we are...