• Coz' all of me loves all of you
    Diyaa | 18-Feb-2020
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            My world never felt empty It had thousand reasons for me to go on I was living it in peace and sanity But never found one like you to count upon   Just when I thought I was sure That I had these feelings buried down deep You came and touched my soul with yours In joy you made my heart give a leap   You showed me a whole new way The one that I could have only dreamt of You presented to me a totally new world That consisted of only and only pure love   You are the sole reason behind This constant smile on my face The twinkling in my eyes And the happiness in my soul   I hear your sensual voice Even when you don’t say a thing to me Every time you whisper how much you love me You make my heart skip a beat   This sure felt like a deep connection Not from now but many lifetimes before We may have left our unfinished story behind I now wonder for us, what else is in store?   You are more than just a companion to me now
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  • Vageesha | 05-Jan-2020
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    The way they'd love each other was now rare to see,  For the bulk of misunderstandings had lead them away from which they couldn't be free.  The fight they've had everyday, Have now made that child it's prey. The child could do nothing,  Closed the door and sat for sobbing.  The screech from the souls who've once loved each other, Weren't suppose to be heard by the child who loved them as it'd bother. Seeing the parents falling apart Would leave the child with a life which'll never start.
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  • Best is yet to come..
    Team2dzign | 14-Oct-2019
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    One season has gone past me,I have been through the quest for joy,I am not assertive about the distance I have covered,So it’s the time to reckon, of the trail I have crossedTo start was the known lane,To choose between was stone path and green pastures,It was simple and easy to go for green pastures..To my amusement, it wasn’t so obviousMy illusion of having known it was fake !Suddenly transforming, it shattered my perceptionsLost I staggered, wandered...Too much lost in transition, but no delightful creation.Yes, there was a dawn of realization,Rifting apart, my thoughts got influencedI stood there for myself, seeing the bridge of my dreams and life flouting awayA huge sea poured in from nowhere separating me into two halvesI am still, pondering for the fate that slapped me so absurdlyWhy it took so long to comprehend the insanity of my ideas ?It wasn’t the insanity though; it was the apprehension of my surrounding which could not amalgamate this rebel,So, at this point, I stand, still con
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  • The Silver Lining to Burnt Toast
    Asmita Javdekar | 20-Aug-2019
    I could barely take my eyes off him.6feet 2inches, chiseled to perfection!His complexion was reeking of warm chestnut, perhaps a well earned tan from the Himalayan trek that he was brazenly boasting about. Amma always told me that I was an innate revolutionary, my first shriek into this world was proof enough that I was here to ruffle quite a few feathers.At 12, I picked up my first fight against Avva (my grandmother) for not allowing me inside the kitchen when I was on my period. At 15, the target was Amma and Appa for setting a 7 pm deadline for me to get home when my younger brother could gallivant at his heart’s whim. This unfair, biased world for women made me sick in my gut. Ever since, I prioritised Women Rights and Welfare as a cause that I would dedicate my life to.Kabir was a chance encounter.I was working on a Skilling project for a community of Himachali women. A friend had recently trekked to our program site and wanted to update me about her experience. For the first time in my life, I co
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  • Under our Umbrella
    Neha Mirashi | 01-Aug-2019
    This is for the people of Aurnagabad, who only hear about the rains in other places but are yet to experience the real monsoon! You think rain and all sort of images conjure up...for me, it is a nice cup of hot tea, a book (maybe a kindle), sitting by the window and some uninterrupted reading time, all to myself, all by myself, with the rain drops performing a symphony on their stage of the windowsill.It also makes me want to sing and dance, and actually believe in the romance of life.Aahh...rain....where art thou?The sun is sizzling, the roads are hot, mirages are dancing on the tarmac, the trees are losing their green hope and turning to brown despair again. The metal in the street is hot to touch, and the dust is flying free in this torturous reign of rising temperatures. The phone is still buzzing with messages for "summer sale" from retailers, clearing away what they thought was the last of their summer stock, more needs to be re-ordered. Ice creams and cold drinks, fired from the show, have been given
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  • Travel
    Team Kalamwali | 22-Jul-2019
    - BY NEHA AHUJA.     Travel is what soul is to a body  What makes you feel alive  Travelling reduces days and add experience  Photos , memories always remind me of good times and encourages me to travel more often  A perfect place is that which doesn't remind me to miss my home and feels like it was always your home You know the place more than locals . You have tasted all the food out there and still hungry for more. Travelling lets you meet new people and I can listen to their endless stories   For me travelling is something which I can't describe in such small paragraph it's a lifetime experience   
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  • Life is beautiful
    Asmita Javdekar | 24-Apr-2019
    Aai (my mother) hails from Sankeshwar, a small village in Karnataka.She travelled by an airplane for the first time in her life in 2004, when my sister delivered her first baby.CJ grew up in South Korea and moved to America in search of better opportunities for a lively hood.Aai and CJ share an inexplicable friendship.They do not spend too much time together, nor do they speak that often but every year when Aai visits my sister, the first person she packs a gift for is CJ.Recently, when CJ’s husband met with an accident, Aai packed her a lunch box with home cooked Indian food, lest she have to spend time on cooking, after a long day at work.CJ in turn, brings Aai the choicest of fruits and Korean chutneys as she knows Aai loves them.Once we learn the subtle art of sharing by opening our hearts out, we are able to transcend the imaginary boundaries and unshackle the barriers of Geography, culture, language and skin colour.Right there, dwells the power of the Human connect.With such simple, soul to soul c
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  • I AM
    abeer athar | 17-Mar-2019
    I AM! I am more than what you seeI am what I choose to beI am what words fail to describe I am what a mirror cannot reflectI more than what you neglect I am someone your definitions can't defineI am all those unexplored galaxies What I need is not in you but in me, within meI cannot be like anyone I don't even want to be Because I am, meI am my victories and my losses I am my strengths and my weaknesses I am my pains and my gains And still a lot remainsI am the most defined, yet! Undefined I am the most explored, yet! unexploredI am more than the color of my skinI am more than my likes and dislikes I am what any lens cannot capture so fine Coz it cannot see what lies in this potential of mineI am my brain, I am my heart, I am my soul I am humble like the summer breeze, I am audacious like any black holeI cannot do everything But I can do something I cannot be like anyone But I can be what I was meant to be, the only one You think you know me ?Sometimes I don't even know myself What paths I can take, which cei
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  • abeer athar | 12-Mar-2019
    And yes I am tenderMy tenderness is not like that of human flesh that you stab and blood comes out slipping over my body, dragging this soul to it's endMy tenderness is like that of an oyster that you stab and pearls will come dancing over the edges of my body...And yes I am tender I am tender like a breath My tenderness is not like any other breath that you take for granted My tenderness is like that of your last few breaths where every inhale and exhale counts..And yes I am tender I am tender like the impalpable flames of fire My tenderness is not like that of those flames that give you warmth and you blow them away, once you fulfill your purpose But like the flames that will give you warmth but if you try to blow me away my sparks will drag you in this dazzling fire until every part of you doesn't get baptized in me....And yes I am tender And don't you confuse my tenderness for my weakness....It is my strength and has always been ...  
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  • The Empty seat and The Broken tooth
    Diyaa | 04-Mar-2019
    I am a ‘stay at home’ mother, according to the new mommy era. I am no more a simple housewife, that I earlier used to be. But my life still revolves around my boys as my mothers did around us. The usual house errands and chores have kept me so occupied and glued that I didn’t want to look for any other profession to satisfy me. Of course, I kept a few of my hobbies alive or vice verse. But ever since my little one was born it’s been a roller coaster ride for me. I haven’t really got any time to spend alone. While he’s off to preschool there’s always other things at home that need my quick attention. Let alone being by myself for a single whole day. I see them play together and fight like cats and dogs, yell and shout at each other. My Sundays are dedicated to their likings, my tv time is no more mine, I have gotten used to watching Peppa pig and Harry Potter with them. My meal hours are usually spent feeding three people simultaneously including myself. No matter h
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  • Take Me Home
    Diyaa | 11-Feb-2019
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      I am not adrift nor am I lost  I am done wandering  But I still haven’t found that place  The stillness in me now awaits   Take me home  Take me there Show me the place  Where my soul would bare    I know not true freedom For I am chained in here  Not from now but many lifetimes  In my thoughts and mind I adhere   A wary traveller that I am Makes me even more anxious  My soul, eternal and unblemished Exactly knows where it belongs    To a place where my steps don’t stumble back in fear  But dance with leaps of joy  And sing with joyful tears    I miss my home I miss my source where only bliss and happiness flow A home with no walls of fear or anger  Is what I search with all my might alone    Take me home  Take me there I know the walk is long but It sure is worth every step   The place where all will seem serene  And joy gushes from in
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  • Voiceinme | 05-Feb-2019
    Years of solitude,Short-lived euphoria.Glancing at you,The sparks in eyes turned to water drops,And I called it Panacea. My soul was your hostage,For you smoked love in the walls of my breath.Only If I could hear,Your voice,Which I named Panacea. Your departure,Bereaved me of everything that I ever owned,For you were my only wealth.And only belonging,Which I declared Panacea. Who determined our fate,No one is to be blamed.Let sleeping dogs lie,Not get emotional about goodbye.My Sun, in those shady storms,I called you Panacea.  
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  • abeer athar | 11-Jan-2019
    Looking back and walking down the memory lane you will find yourself dancing below a tree with the fall of the autumn leaves....nonchalantly romancing with the barren spring inside yourself with the abstract hope of the fertile rain that will replenish the wild flowers within all those wounds you got from the thorns of the roses.... And one day u will look back and see how you felt from all those mountains you climbed so you bravely and wildly constructed a city of love, happiness and lights in the valley of melancholy silence .. A city too profound to be found...you will look back and praise yourself how did you break the window ceiling when you didn't find the key of that dark locked room..How did you fall back from that broken window ceiling but still with the ray of light and you used that light to grow your Wild Wings....so now you look back and find Miracles are not pixie dust or unicorns but everything ironically indestructible like broken ceilings, autumn leaves, mountain falls, crashed landings and d
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  • Knowing You
    Neeti Patel | 17-Dec-2018
    When I say I want to “know you”I want to hear every thought that has crossed your mind, every emotion that has filled your soul!And I’ll promise to be a listener that I never was to anyone else before.
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  • •	The Traditional Vs The Modern Aspect of Literature
    Ankita Kulkarni | 23-Jul-2018
    The era of the most famous authors from Britain such as William Shakespeare, Wordsworth and the Bronte sisters was considered to be the most traditional and classical age of English literature. During this era, the writers would be seen sitting on a faraway hill along a flowing river, looking at the blooming flower or the birds singing softly in the trees, which would inspire and motivate them to come up with sonnets or poems. Others would have experienced such severe traumas in their life that their grief would be expressed through their writings. Social pressures, political feudsand deaths would play a major role in igniting the inner flames of expressions of these writers. Their excerpts would have such deep meanings and soulful words that even after centuries, their works would have an extensive impact on the entire world. Their writings expressed feelings with profound vividness and emotion which created freedom of expression. One of Shakespeare’s most famous dialogue from his play Merchant of Venice, “I
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  • MR. R- THE ICON OF JUSTICE SEASON 5 FINALE
    Rutwik Nalawade | 04-Jul-2018
    19. MR. R THE WAR PART 1               Apocalypse is at his hideout sitting on a round table with his gang members and he says, “We all know how much it is importance that JSF is dead and when they are we rule the City, yes, many others will stand up but when JSF is gone, the City come down on its knees, the cops, police and Military will be nothing in front of us. Behold,   THE CRUEL FACTION!!!!”             Apocalypse looks at Roy and says, “We have issues of trust and faith, Roy, I hope they are solved after you have told Rihaan and others what happened really that night.”             Roy says, “You feed them lies, I don’t want to be dead like you later.”             Apocalypse says, “Dead!!! You know what that means; you d
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