We were told the story of QX-33. It was born when a large star died in a supernova explosion. The black part was the event
If only you can thank the August rain,/The road trips with false lovers,/ The unflattering mirrors, the ditched playgrounds...
A group of children were enjoying football in the rain. They made me feel jealous. I wish I could have fun like them. And lastly
My dusky body, the mortal flame of a light./I lie between the goblets of my old days,/Between the twilight glory of birth...
Josh loved boasting about how rich he was. Every day he would brag about his money and the expensive things he owned!
Every morning while going to school I would see a poor homeless child of around 12 years. His family suddenly became poor. But I never
Now, would dare break the wall, would you shrug all caution,/Guard your heart with soul's last shred,/Or perish in the name of passion?
Poem by Sadaf Munshi an American poet who was born in Kashmir.
It was a cold winter night. My family members and I decided to have a bonfire at our terrace.
I carried on practicing and now I play the flute in concerts when given the opportunity. Whatever little I have mastered is by dedication and
Nature has been in existence long before human beings and ever since it has taken care of mankind and nourished it. Flowers are the finest
Tonight, let me write!/Let me write/Of the hopeful eyes/And the desperate souls,/Of the severed limbs,/And the silenced songs,
One day, a proud king came to the village after losing his way on his hunting mission.
The name of the old frog was Tad and the young frog was Mich. They both lived in a huge pond where all animals came
I went sleepless and troubled/ Hiding under my pallid skin/As a thick blanket of darkness/Enveloped the starless night.
The November day was drawing to a close. The shadows were deepening in the pine forest that lay on one side of the sandy road.
