It has been a long day. No, scratch that. It had been a long week. The hustle bustle of everyday life had escalated to an extent where I could hardly close my eyes for a couple of moments. It's been only a week since I gave birth to twins and it has been the most … Continue reading More than just a typewriter
BY LINDA KEMP She stood leaning on the door frame, holding bags of groceries. Normally, she would have brushed him off, but today, for some reason she chose to keep talking. He seemed charming enough, his gaze inscrutable. Later, she would learn exactly what he meant by his gaze. But now, wholly guileless, she had … Continue reading A Life-Altering Coffee
By RADHIKA GARG The poem 'Road Not Taken' by Robert Frost: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as … Continue reading An Appreciation Of ‘The Road Not Taken’
BY MEHUL SINGLA Life is a gift we got Which is passing like a trot It is a mixture of up and down Learn to swim before you drown Life is a journey we all are on Choose the right path before it's gone It is a puzzle which demands to be solved Solve it … Continue reading What is life?
Caged. We are thrown behind bars Of stereotypes and 'ideals'. Bars made of what people think Is right or wrong. Bars made of their 'standards', Their expectations of how our lives should be. "You are free to be who you are" But not gay or bisexual for that's a sin. Don't be a man who … Continue reading Caged
Edward Thomas was born in London. Financial pressures gave him little choice but to compile anthologies, prepare hundreds of book reviews and write over thirty books on literary and topographical subjects. This unceasing work could not have helped the serious bouts of depression from which he frequently suffered. It was not until he met the … Continue reading Critical Analysis of Signpost by Edward Thomas
The wind changed its course For the eleventh time that day. Almost equalling to the number Of times a person does a day. It amazes me, How fickle the world is. Are we not all chameleons, Walking around in pretty dresses And being nothing more than reflections? Everyday we put on make up. Everyday we … Continue reading Choices.