When the dark cloud looms above your head casting a shadow and you choose to see the thin silver line that frames it, you show courage. When those big drops of rain drench you completely, and yet you choose to see the rainbow after, you show courage. When the flowers you watered crumble in your…
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The thoughts of an October breeze
The midnight sky was a blanket over me. My eyes searched and found only endless space and a scattering of stars adorning the ink blue. The cool October breeze graced the night with its gentleness . Long needles of grass swayed in symphony, forming a perfect silhouette against the night. I took a deep breath…
When life gives you wheels, rock n’ roll!
“It is our choices that show us what we truly are, far more than our abilities” is a quote by J. K. Rowling that holds so much meaning to me. If you think about it, we are the choices we make every single moment, aren’t we? We may not have much say in choosing what…
Solitary Butterfly
Solitary butterfly flitting by
In the garden, and amongst the trees
Hovering over honey suckles, daisies and lilies she does fly
Solitary butterfly likes to dance with the breeze.
Painting love with poetry- 23 Letters of Love by Suchita Agarwal
Love to each of us means different things, yet we’re all connected by the music poetry adds to it. Did you know that love poetry is one of the oldest genres of poetry in the history of Literature?
The Meal
It was almost evening. She was frantically running around the house. There was so much left to do and they would be here any minute now. An aroma of rich spices wafted from the kitchen…
The Decision
The windows were tall, the drapes a little too long that they crumpled while touching the ground. He lay in bed, eyes shut. A drop of sweat trickled down his temple. The building’s air conditioning was in no way helping the sultry weather and the air vent rattled as it took heavy ragged breaths.
Home
I felt the hot afternoon sun the moment I jumped out of the school bus and skipped down the narrow mud road. The empty water bottle dangled around my neck as I began to walk faster. My black shoes were soiled and dusty and one sock was shorter than the other as always.
The Celestial Master
The invisible hand moves on the vast canvas, Moving the paintbrush with flourish, the Artist creates-
Shall I Write?
Today I thought about what I should write Shall I write about the morning rays dancing through my window panes? Or about the little plant sprouting in the pot by the ledge?
THE LITERARY AFFAIR 