At length the day is come on which I am to flirt my last with Tom Lefroy, and when you receive this it will be
I love sharing whatever piques my curiosity and might be enjoyable for someone else too. In essence, it is my way of showing gratitude to
When I hear the words grace or kindness or indulgence, the first person I think of is always my mother – however frustrating she might
I wish that you were with me, for your Beethoven is very unhappy. You must know that one of my most precious faculties, that of
1 Dropped from the skyCrimson redBroken moon in pieces,Blood? In deep red serum? Plasma never thickensGushing from the stream,Man inserts his hand insideHis own hand,
Hungry Stones is a short story by Nobel Laureate Rabindranath Tagore. Originally titled Kshudhito Pashan or Khudhito Pashan, this short story is one of his
Morning sun. I purrand lick my way along thebrown hair of my limbs,my tongue scratching, elegant.I stretch a polished clawand the soft grass under me
Where joy is both risked and worshipped, / Where tenderness is sought / And god becomes and unbecomes / At every step you take toward
The firecrackers light up the night skysmiles move from a face to anothershe is happyin India it is Deepavali, the festival of lightstwelve thousand miles
We talked about heads turning into tails, / and my mother’s silverware jumping out of / their drawer and marrying her jewelry.
It was difficult for Sudha to brush off the pall of gloom that seemed to be her constant companion lately. Nothing had been the same
It originally appeared as a song in a play Auden co-wrote with Christopher Isherwood called The Ascent of F6 - the play was an ironic
It was the usual routine. Today was the seventeenth day. Smriti came back from the hospital, crashed down on the soft royal blue sofa. Mini
I squirm in my bed / Forget the metaphors, the similes / Allusions, images / Whips after whips of remembering the dead,
When life ebbs, and what remains in the last moments are memories, it's always a 'feeling' which overrides all 'facts'.
You have to read Nikita’s work to understand the powerful magic of her verse. Though the moniker InstaPoet comes with all its implications, Nikita is
