Sons and Lovers – Book Review
Sons and Lovers, the novel, holds a very important place in my life. I have read it as a student and then studied it as a grown-up man having literary occupations. Both the times, I had that mesmerising effect which…
Nothing will be the same again – poem
The street lamp emits white and cold light tonight, as usual. It's 2 AM. Dogs bark and tear the breast of silent street, like every other night. I explore the corridor occasionally. Either happiness or sadness embraces my heart…
प्रेम बस पाना ही तो नहीं! कविता
अब कौन कहाँ है? किसे देखूं? प्रश्न किससे करूँ? जख्म हरा है भर जाये शायद, आज कल, महीनों या वर्षों में। पर कौन होगा अब सम्हालने मेरी बिखरती उम्मीदों को? कौन समझेगा मेरे सपनों को? याद है मुझे (तुम्हें…
when we lost – a poem
That helpless memory of helpless me and you too, helpless and just nothing could we do about it when we had to exit our dreamy world and embrace the rotten garden; yes, once again! for us both, forever
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The Cold Night – Weird Short Stories 3
"Are you sure, Alok?" And the tremble in her voice was visible to my ears. I looked at her coldly for a few seconds and nodded - yes. She was afraid but her fear could not hide the frenzy…
Atal Ji – एक समर्पित कविता
अनवरत, सतत, निरंतर बिना रुके, बिना थमे, रखे बिना भेद-अंतर चलता रहेगा एक विचार जो जगाया है उसने अपने जीवन की आहुति देकर। राज-काज, राज-धर्म और धर्म सिखाया जिसने अपने वाणी की सर्वोच्च शीर्ष पर खुद भी बन गया वो…
A Thousand Seeds of Joy – Book Review
Title I Read - A Thousand Seeds of Joy Author - Ananda Karunesh Publisher - The Write Place Published in - 2018 Pages - 370 Genre - Nonfiction, Neo-Spiritual, Religious (as you like it) Suggested Readers - those who enjoy…
And they won! A Poem
His or her? He or she? Wounds, broken bones, fired skulls, pieces of belly, legs and chopped hands; ah! a superpower won the war. a poem by Alok Mishra
Familiar Stranger – Love & Mystery – Poem
Why should I stop this ever-unsung tune of warmth of this strange coldness that brings our love closer when I hold you just beneath my breath and your lips give salvation to mine and properly, carefully enshrine the bodies which…