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When the sun shines with mellow kindness, and blue butterflies hover around fragrant blooms… coral reefs reflect vibrant hues across...

The smoke spirals up The heat scars her face Dark pigments blotching the tender skin Oblivious, she labours on with a half-smile Tossing...

Created from mud from desolate landscapes Residing in apathetic mind scapes Granted are her accomplishments Revered in benevolent mien-...

The dust and din finally settles. It's way past sunset which no one cared to witness. Slumped shoulders trudged home. Burdened minds now...

In the dark alleys of the infamous street, A litany of embellishments adorned her delicate feet, Selling her body was the only option,...

The mirror image or the social branding I was hiding behind ? You name me or I do to mine ? The red color of love & pride or just for the...

From classic tailored ones to sexy draped silhouette. She gave more attention to detailing. Stylish overtures and a lot of embroidery....

Ask the soldier at the border where the dead of night is broken only by intermittent fire and smoke, where even the stars have deserted...

Woman - A goddess of the household, marriage and family Woman-the symbol of a nurturer and a caregiver Woman-she represents every married...

Shut inside her room, She kept writing Till late that evening, Slipping into the cold, misty Depths of a dark night Friends called her,...

‘The most candid book, where the protagonist has shared her heart and story’. Foot Prints is a collection of poetry and this book has...

In the vibrance of pubescent spring, the hyacinth adorned season's king, amidst the petal lacquered meadows we meet, moistened with the...

Walking down the street, My heart skips a beat, I see the blue uniform, A cop it is, in the background. The horror of what transpired,...

In the whispers of the night As I glance the sky I feel you guiding me to the Orion and to the clusters above “They hold a whole new...

Not once did you say The flowery curtains Are beautiful in a way! They veil my pretensions, Your valiant absence Comfort of lies that we...

You, the surreptitious verse of moon, Flare up my passion when the clock struck twelve, Facilely incarcerated my petals in your crevasses...

Like the testimony of the river that flowed under her skin She persisted relentlessly, like her weathered sewing machine A nondescript...

A lonely lover laments For a bright red rose, A nightingale flying above Decides to melt his woes. She flies over hill and vale Searching...

As the sun goes down, I hear the quiver of my heart ... the pale evening gloom twins with my skin. The sweet fragrance of parijaat wafts...