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Pervasive has become the travails of force majeure these days, Appealing to our dissociative senses to renounce the old ways - How, then,...

The starless night sky bewails its pitch darkness, So does my heart - enervated with abating verve; ’Tis an unsettling gloom that shrouds...

What is consciousness, if not, self-preserving? Defined by a characteristic non-transience, Amorphous and inexplicable by tangibility -...

The month of March was quite singularly, and rather unsurprisingly, sweltering this time. Boys had found their own coping ways – by...

Mr. Sharma was a punctilious man. He is the typical embodiment of the grumpy uncle that almost every Indian colony has grown accustomed...

When impedances fettered my hopes, When life became akin to bleak tropes; When the shimmer of exuberance faded, And I was rendered...

The road ahead may be turbulent and pernicious, And the journey may not be as alluring; There’s some leap of faith that something...

Yes, this night might be weary, Vexatiously unsettling and dreary - The cauldron of desperation’s brewing, Manifestations of fears’...

’Tis the charm that swayed me, Whilst gazing into your amber eyes A suppressed emotion engendered free - We are more than just amiable...

Doth thou wonder how the desires arise? Tempting to the mind but achievable - Fulfilling the need of our natures, And a human disposition...

I was inept, Scared and lonely, Found a new solace in thee, A propitious chance to redeem myself – To bask in the glory. ’Cause I was...

Life’s a conundrum of wills - Riddled with the strife of tirades, An endeavor against odds that instills A trait of persistence that...

Whither had Nature sought The extent of change that was inevitable, As the leaves of the past turned mottled and grey, And lose track of...

It was raining intermittently outside. The clanging of bells of the nearby temples, the raucous screeching of the frenzied crows, the...

“Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Nobody that matters, that is,” said the famous poet, Edna St. Vincent Millay. Often, we pace...

An uncanny terrain of paramount mendacity, Dispels even an innate and robust audacity – An empire contrived by a king perched on a...

Where the morn is bright and the nature is replete with resplendence, And men have done away with their unrepentance; When the cool gust...

It is a world of spite, Where there are many 'mongrels' who bite, Amicable in appearance, despicable in manner, Such that our visage...

Despair is that voice which dissuades us from our goal, It is that evil force working towards the devastation of our soul. Valiance is...

I stared around, befuddled for a moment. I’d an inkling that my visage must have been pallid and my hair disheveled… There was not the...