This was written as a part of a challenge by a friend on a Prose & Poetry group. The idea was to create a Doha and its reverse form Sortha in English with the current count of syllables per sentence.
Away from the glitz of the high rise and city lights, the old town remains It’s by lanes dreary and tired looking, carry on the spirits, unwary Of changing times and development chimes. Life is slow yet chaotic, its soul still warm yet rustic The doors open into each other’s home, The windows keep a... Continue Reading →
How interesting can the dark be? The story is an attempt to introduce creatures of the dark - Glow worms to children.
I look around and feel the air, the chill shivers me down. A step ahead as I take, I crumple a leaf’s crown. It is dry and dead, killed by the scorching sun, I put myself at ease, And as I take the next step forward, I hear a voice, “Oh Please” Can’t you see... Continue Reading →
Three months gone and finally the day of reunion arrived. It did seem like a lifetime. Wasn't it really? I would be seeing her after twenty long years. My High School Sweet Heart! Will she remember me? Of course she would, I was her first love and nobody forgets their first love. I still remember... Continue Reading →
Aditya and Radhika are cousins. Join them on their adventure to catch some clouds
"Let us wage war!" "My Lord, we do not have the resources." "Tax the poor!" "My Lord, remember you killed them all. They were spoiling your view." "Who killed the poor?" "Your sentinels of the lowest level." "Then tax them now" "That you already did, My King. You ordered it in your drunken stupor." "Then... Continue Reading →