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  • An Ode to Not Forget – poem

    This poem is an ode from a wife who is no more, to her husband. She hopes he listens to her and does not mourn for long. She wants him to live his life despite the fact that parts of it have been shattered when she went. She wants him to remember her every day,…

  • Fairy Tale Stomachache – poem

    I was fine Before the sun Was on my way home Stomach starts to tickle And prickle Wanting to eat pickle And then we’re home I start to read My book it is Interesting Distracting me Keeping me away From reality I am lost Among words and people I am under that charm That spell…

  • Elsewhere – poem

    I am new to this world There is just so much that I feel That I am at a loss of words I can just gape in awe As the world revolves It’s as if I’m glued to the ground But my eyes wander about As I grasp out for expressions A medium to let…

  • Shivers – poem

    If I could Witness alien life Or trek to the center of our earth Or stand at the edge of the highest cliff Or float among corals of another world deep down below Or stand in the splattering desert heat in the afternoon Or sleep under the stars on snow in winter Or see an…

  • All The Same – poem

    This poem is about how some people see life like something that repeats infinitely. Others see it like infinite possibilities strung together that change with each moment. And yet, both of them are human. Both of them are all the same. ALL THE SAME Some see their lives repeatedly repeating With not a ripple in…

  • Jagged Rocks

    We are like rocks. We are born with many sharp edges, uneven surfaces, rough textures. It’s the storms that wear us down and smoothen us. The hurdles that we face. The problems. Nobody is perfect. Everything has a flaw as tiny as it can be. That is our personality. If all of us were smooth,…

  • Barefoot – poem

    This is a poem about how some things in life are raw and unfurnished. How things are incomplete, unadorned. It’s about how these tiny things still have a purpose in life, and how they strive to make themselves noticed. It’s about how some can run great distances, being barefoot. BAREFOOT I lie on the cold…

  • Aliens: A Story

    This is a story about a race of aliens living at the other side of the black hole which is at the center of our galaxy. Just like our human race, they are curious to see what lies at the other side of their hole. Death, the end of everything old, or life, the starting…

  • Be The Monster- poem

    This is a poem about how we should face problems rather than dodging them. How we should be the predator, but not the prey. How we can overcome problems by becoming bigger than it. Backing away from something will never help. Running towards something does. Don’t take cover when you can chargeWhen you can write…

  • Prisoner- poem

    This is a poem about a prisoner stuck in a cell. He regrets all he’s done, but he realises that no amount of apologies, no amount of mourning will change anything. This is supposed to be a letter he writes to everyone else. PRISONER To the good, No. It was echoing, resonating through my life…