Category: Literature
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Poem on Depression: I’m okay
Someone told me- depression is like the Dementor in Harry Potter Series It wipes out all your happy memories It sucks away your vigor for living But to me, depression was a cruel friend that took off all those swanky masks I bought from the world in return of all the worldly adjectives I earned…
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My Mother’s Curse
Crawled up in a corner, In middle of a panic attack, Comes an imaginary flashback My father tearing up the letters In more than a thousand pieces And yelling on my mother, “Now, this is your only family.” When she was about to post Some handwritten letters Scribbled on a scented paper The letters that…
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Piggybank of courage
She was born & cursed, insulted restricted, abused and, exploited but she thrived coz she was created with a piggybank of courage Every time she sees her mother smile while weeping in her sorrows Every time she is able to drive away the bullies inside and outsside Every time she turns a deaf ear to…
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Short Story: Stupid Cupid
“Hi! Recognize me, eh? I’m your one and only point of contact in the matters of the heart. I am the oldest and most authentic Cupid and I have no branches. And today, with much regret, sorrow, nostalgia, and anger, I would like to resign from the job. Why? Because my position has been made…
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White Nights
This is an old story I wrote for some short story competition. For some reasons unknown, I find it easy to read and soothing for the soul. Hope you’ll would like it too. “Can’t you see I am trying to shoo you away?” my voice is stern this time. But it’s funny how animals sometimes…
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Dear Voice in My Head
Dear voice in my head Ever since I learned languages, I taught you how to put forward your opinions and take a stand. When I was a kid, I reflected you like a mirror. People used to laugh at you but adore me. When I grew up, my parents and teachers conspired against you and…
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I Am Alive
Flipping through the old diariesReading out the old poemsListening to the old voicesI feel nostalgic Helpless I feelsometimes to such an extentThat the very word seemsto be trivial to me I swear I always triedtill there were tears in my eyesand i know i could not make anyone believewhat my life has always meant to…
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Who do you love more?
“O my beloved Radha, Why are you so far from me? Won’t you see my face for one last time? Now that my worldly duties summon me.” “O Krishna, the lotus-eyed boy I fell in love with, I know I can’t stop you from going. But how would you go without your flute? This…
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My mind is a kaleidoscope
If my mind can be a place, it is a maze Some parts are deep stinking ditches While some are fragrant bright gardens Some are as dangerous as a cliff edge While some are as benevolent as a rose bed Some are roller coaster rides to old memoirs While some are winding roads to a…
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A Ray Of Hope For The Tired Soul
Every sprout is a promise to the seed Every invention is a tribute to the need Every intention welcomes a new deed Every incarnation is the birth of a creed When everything new bids farewell to old Each new day hands me memories to hold Every literature gives me thoughts to mold Every tragedy leaves…
The BIOSCOPED Life 