Poetry

Writing, in itself, is one of the purest forms of art. You can call it magical too. Believe me!  Isn’t it fascinating to note how a few sets of inanimate words start dancing in your head the moment you lay...

Breathing an atmosphere  heavy with joys and happiness is not as guaranteed as air. The scent of fears and worries may burn you down and flow  through you like a stream. But flying into a passion sour, is not a fanciful solution, Passion sour is like  the constant...

Students write different types of essays, which have different purposes. They are assigned to teach young people some important skills and enlarge their experience. Essay writing is the most typical writing form with different types. One of such is...

Welcome writers, we know that you put your heart and soul in writing that one book. We know how much time it takes for a writer to write and complete the book for which a writer spends many sleepless...

Rohit ki kirnein padti hain.. Jab sheersh shikhar par hota hai. Woh virat swayam ho jaata hai, jo ghamand baraabar khota hai. Dikkat ko jab rahul jeete, toh udar kedaar ka saath rahe. Soojboojh ki misaal rakhe, mahendra hi saare bisaat rache. In yodhhaon ka maan rakhein, Hardik...

Aao karein do-chaar fizool ki baatein..Kahin mandir ke sapne, Kahin 70-72000 ke waade..Kisiko shehzada kahein, uski khilli udaayein..Aur badlein me chowkidari me chor kehlaayein..Kahin tukde karne walon ko neta banaye,Kahin aatankwadi ko sadhu batayein..Kahin chaare ke ghotaale se, bhai-chaare...

  It was not them it was the soul which mingled them under the boon of the Ocean.  They never committed, but they devoted. They were two stranger but they became so familiar of each other that they were no longer stranger. They said let it...

While writing has always been a word play for us, Rupi Kaur decided to mould her own castle through the twist of her own words . Formulating something so beautiful , Milk and Honey gives us a wide view...

The way you cloy things up, Leaves me lovestruck. Makes me forget the path so dark and flaky. Just don’t know why, I’m so crestfallen. You’re the best I have ever known The phase would be the hardest when you’re gone. I am hating the days...

How beautiful is the Poetry of the onesWhose hearts ache of last nights love.That left them and their shirts,crumpled on the bed sheets. Like feathers of a willful bird,Gotten hurt from a branch of home.That now withers on the roads,without...