The Poet in Me
The poet in me is always alive, Is always alert to everything I can discern an image, A metaphor, a simile, some poetic...
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Mountains Speak: Wounded Yet Waiting
I am the Himalaya—halo cracked, heart heavy, My snow weeps as glaciers gasp for breath. Kailash groans beneath pilgrims’ plastic scars, Kanchenjunga cries in...
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Searching My Money Magnet
In this ceaseless pursuit of existence, Humanity orbits one unyielding axis–wealth. Fortunes dictate fates; Ambitions rise and crumble upon the fragile foundation of currency....
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Change’s Ghosts and Flowers
When I read books about people who’d say they hated change, I could never relate to them. I’d always think, I would never be...
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Rebirth in Farewell
Here autumn serenades its creation’s lore, A rhythmic rainbow’s transformation is core. Each falling leaf applauds life once more, As changing hues weave nature’s...
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Light and Darkness
When too many negative thoughts cloud my mind When darkness seems to torture and torment When I cannot see the road ahead When...
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100-Word Story
Train Kavita stood motionless at the railway station, teary-eyed, engrossed in her world. The bag on her shoulders was not as heavy as the...
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Artworks
An artwork titled “Maa Saraswati” by artist Vandana Bhasin An artwork by artist Kiren Babal
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Ujjain–A Legendary City that Stood on the Pillars of Religion and History
Introduction: The Malwa region of India has a rich political and cultural history. Located mostly in Madhya Pradesh, this region has been ruled by...
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Hitchhiker
My body is older now, and not as good as it used to be, but my spirit is young and free. Age is nothing but...
