Spring Bloom: A Poem by Jayashree Bhattacherjee
Arrived sonorous Spring with its abundance of multi-hued blissful bloom Making me so nostalgic, lifting up my gloom Florets of memories sweet swirled me amidst...
Winners Corner
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रंगों की सौगात: वर्षा सरन द्वारा रचित कविता
शून्य के वृत्ताकार पथ पर पथिक लौट कर फिर वहीं आता है। धरती के भौतिक स्वभाव से वही बारम्बार एक सी गति पाता है। वही...
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रंगों की सौगात: मनीषा अमोल द्वारा रचित कविता
रंगो की सौगात जो तुम लेकर आये हो मल दो मेरे तन पे ऐसे कि बरसों से बेरंग ज़िंदगी फिर से हसीन हो जाये एक...
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God is Near: A Poem by Leela Satyan
He is as close or as distant, as you perceive He is On you knees, submit yourself to the Supreme commander Just a prayer away...
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The First Time I Saw You: A Story by Vidya Gupta
Dearest Sweetheart, From the first time I saw you, you always have had the uncanny ability to make me feel tongue-tied. You invoke so many...
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God is Near: A Poem by Vidya Gupta
I am near, yet far Distance is just an illusion For those who believe in me I reside within them, in a fusion I am...
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Winter Morning: A Story by Aaradhana Agarwal
In January, Delhi’s temperature falls to around 1.4 – degree Celsius. A severe cold wave and dense fog make it hard for living beings to...
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The Color of Love: A Poem by Srividya Subramanian
How mysterious are the colors of love! Sometimes black as the unending night sky, Conceals the imperfections and turns a blind eye To the false...
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On the Path of Truth: A Poem by Jyoti Prateek
On the path of truth take love as your guide, With a heart full of empathy let your spirit abide. For truth without love is...
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Days of Equanimity: A Poem by Jyoti Prateek
Days of sorrow and days of joy Follow each other in some heavenly ploy But days of equanimity are precious and rare With neither hope...
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Winter Morning: A Story by Lalita Vaitheeswaran
There was an alert announced from the met department for an ensuing cold wave in the coming week. We were all geared up with extra...
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Empty Bed- Antonym of Sleep: A Poem by Srividya Subramanian
I shudder going into my bedroom Where an empty bed bears testimony, To the good-byes for being that indolent groom Who is now waited upon...
