Thursday, April 3, 2025

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She’s Gone…… – Sethulakshmi

he sat weary and lonesome, game lost and life drained, stink of death smothered her, intoxicating her luscious senses. Held close to her heart was a fist, tightly clenched...

Alphabet of evil

Premji is a talented poet born in a remote village named Madappad near Attingal, in Thiruvananthapuram District of Kerala. He is an automobile Engineer...

Bridging India Together and Taking India to the World

“The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth which is beauty, is the aim...

“The color & fragrance of seasons shaped my creative sensibility” – RK Das, Poet

R K Das appreciates literature in all forms. He has a special fascination for appreciating and composing poetry. He started his service as a...

Crumbling leaves…No, They are fragments of lives – Aiswarya T Anish

when will MAN fathom his inexorable peril? As he rampages through time, oblivious of the devil. Vaporising the last drop of tears While drilling into mother earth’s...

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A night to remember

Stay up all night with me for once, I say Don’t complain we have work the very next day Step out...
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Daydream

“Wow, you look...” As soon as those words slipped from his mouth, he regretted conceding to a third drink...

Burn

One day when I'm dead I'll be alive is how they put it at church and Sunday School and sometimes I...

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A night to remember

Stay up all night with me for once, I...

Daydream

“Wow, you look...” As soon as those words slipped...