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Whenever i see you,O beautiful creature….So unique, your feathersform a fan like feature….Oh i feel so lightly,like all pains you heal….I’m glad and great full,to get you in real….You are so colourful,how any eye ignore….You are so shiny,like sheet of star u wore…. All stress release to touch,Your velvety soft skin….And different pretty shades,gives me […]
O Green Blue Creature Read More »
It’s 8am now, the hustling and bustling of the busy city of Calcutta had just begun . With the reopening of a couple of shops, vendors busy in their own stuffs and office seekers and school children on their way, there stands an early morning picturesque as usual. But, in the midst of the busy
HI EVERYONE! A HEAD NURSE NAMED MRS. RATHINAMBAL LIVED IN PUDUCHERRY SINCE 1969. SHE WAS BORN AND BROUGHT UP IN CHENNAI AND GOT MARRIED IN PONDICHERRY. SHE COMPLETED HER DIPLOMA IN NURSING AT MADRAS MEDICAL COLLEGE. SHE IS A HARD-WORKING WOMAN. SHE LOVED HER JOB AS MUCH. UPON DAY OFF, SHE DOESN’T LEAVE HER JOB.
A story of a pondicherrian nightingale – Mrs Rathinambal Read More »
Have you and your friend ever had a healthy argumentWithout any mutual point of agreement?Those times, you would have never felt your hearts fartherInstead, you would have gotten much more closer! Friendship doesn’t always mean to be between birds of same featherNor does it mean bonding with a completely opposite characterBut, the ability to moot
A story of our dear,in which the role model is mother.Who has no to time,to enjoy her lifetime,having the power to stop any crime.Her life is like a drama play,where she has multiple characters like sunray.It starts with the role of a daughter,continue as a mother,and ends as the role of a grandmother.She does her
Once there was an explicit country,Full of world’s complimentarySo called ” INDIA “Soon came a gloom,Gloomy was rule of britishers ,theonomous world of cruelty ,As a beast of burden, came the freedom fighters.Thousands of sacrifice to give us self rule ,There came the bit dust of world War 2,Numbers were infinite in grave,Yet might not
The fallen but not forgotten Read More »
सोचते-सोचते थक जाते हैं, मगर कभी सवालों के जवाब नहीं मिलतें हैं, यही की खयालें क्यों आते हैं? जिसमें हम हर वक़्त डूबे रहते हैं, कभी अंजाने में तो कभी जाने में, कभी ख़ाबों में तो कभी सपनों में। कभी बीते हुए कल के खयालें, तो कभी आने वाले कल के खयालें, कभी दर्द भरी काटें देकर, तो कभी आशायें की नयी किरण लेकर, कई खयालें सच हो जाते हैं,
Sometimes being a poet kills the human in me. Why does everything have to be in a metaphorical sense? Why does everything have to get stuck in poetry? I wonder why, why does your mini smile feel like a billion butterflies in my belly? Why does your eyes feel like an ocean & your lips
Me and the metaphors! Read More »
Bheed se bhari iss duniya mein Farishta sa noor banna tum… Kabhi safar mushkil lage tho, manzil ko yaad karna tum… Agar raste mein girgaye, tho safar jaari rakhna tum….. Kabhi yaad aagaye purane din, phir se kitab k pannhe palatna bhoolna na tum.. *************** Bohat choti thi, jab dard chupana seekhliya.. Apno se apna
Mai ek Parinda???? Read More »
I looked at that book on my shelf. Even though I didn’t like it, I admired the book very much. It’s strange, isn’t it? I think so too. It takes me back to that day in Trivandrum city. It was a sweltering evening in Trivandrum city. My father and I occasionally visited the city in