My Insignificance – a poem
The Sun rises every morning in the east but not for me alone! Gods have vanished from the earth long long ago - far from mankind but not just because of me they're gone! Scholars are born and so…
My Poetic Angst! | A Poem
I wonder why I wander when I have my vision in front of me - smiling! Though, I do fear if my angst is her glory, tacitly for she speaks lesser. Should I then go back to my respite…
Classical Dilemma | A Poem
Should I? Shouldn't I? The sand falls. Pendulum swings with passing seconds. Lo! I lose; but should I submit my inability to make the move? Should I wait for the sands to fall? Or should I respond to the…
Never Seek to Tell thy Love | William Blake | Analysis
Well, gone are the days I used to bother about assignments during my college days. Still, once again, it's Too Little Too Much! I have an invisible assignment to complete and I will complete it enthusiastically. Most of you, who…
She looks into the mirror – a poem
She bends to see what rubbed her bare foot and picks the petal of that broken rose. She walks close to that mirror and observes her 'another' self. She blushes as touches her lips, cheeks and nose. She looks…
Sweet Caprice: A poem
And then one day, after years of solitude and wounds, I exchanged smiles, thoughts and those emotions which stay behind the worldly attire - clandestine. Did I meet my shadow? So familiar to me but not a part of…
Mythological Fiction: How much becomes very much? Writes Nidhi Sharma
Hey, guys! I have been writing for long and for a break, I have given the floor this time to Nidhi Sharma, founder of The Book Blog and a respected senior to me in every possible way. Please enjoy this…
Priyanka – A Pakistani Girl: Prabhat Ranjan’s next novel
So, finally an author has decided to break the ice on the issue of minorities in Pakistan. And surprisingly, the author I am talking about is not an author who has already enjoyed the 'established author' stature by writing some…
A Literary Date with Writeress: a day to remember!
With a rough life of around 30,000 days, a person is so messed up that he [fusion_builder_container hundred_percent="yes" overflow="visible"][fusion_builder_row][fusion_builder_column type="1_1" background_position="left top" background_color="" border_size="" border_color="" border_style="solid" spacing="yes" background_image="" background_repeat="no-repeat" padding="" margin_top="0px" margin_bottom="0px" class="" id="" animation_type="" animation_speed="0.3" animation_direction="left" hide_on_mobile="no" center_content="no" min_height="none"][(or…
Conundrum – a poem
Never too close, you were to my heart, the heart which could not be close to my soul, and soul which couldn't be mine ever. What had I to lose? What best could I get? And who defines the…