A Dead Red Flower

As I fingered the soft red petals, I was torn between the impulse of crushing the frail flower in agony and preserving the flower for an eternity. It was a symbol of love- found and lost. This flower that I plucked from beneath the neat folds of her hair was the only thing keeping me … Continue reading A Dead Red Flower

An Appreciation Of ‘The Road Not Taken’

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’

A Burst of Darkness

Light. Dark. Isn't it absurd how people associate light with life and beauty and clarity? To me light seems to be a mirage in a desert of darkness. Light simply does not exist no matter how much we want it to, but we still look for it. We look for it and we then assume … Continue reading A Burst of Darkness

Footprints in the Sand

BY ANITHA CHAKRAVARTHY The sea could not touch her little feet, as she hopped back every time making it impossible for it to touch her. Her smile broadened every time she disappointed the wave. She chuckled in happiness about the little victory of her’s. The sea tried harder and harder only to fail every single … Continue reading Footprints in the Sand

At the Break of Dawn

The water is Dark; It then turns a deep Red; Then Orange and at last A shimmering, calm Blue, Now matching the flawless sky. A flower blooms; Pearl white petals opening up To steal the Sun's warm kiss At the break of dawn. A bird stuck its neck Out of its little hole. It chirps- … Continue reading At the Break of Dawn

Mystery

A million lights flickering; A million souls searching For lost lovers, purpose And meaning. A million souls dreaming About the future. A million souls losing Themselves in the past. A million souls chasing After impossible ideals. A million souls crying Over broken dreams and broken hearts. A million souls laughing At others' insecurities. A million … Continue reading Mystery

Choices.

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.