Art And Culture

…….. A Short Story “Ma, today our teacher told us that God is everywhere …is it true? Then why can’t

Listlessly moving whispering clouds Conversing with her in solitude, aloud… Sans words or syntax of language… Like an opened bottle

There seems to be a change in the weather,It’s the movement of the wind that I hear,The flowers are abloom

Tears are not mere droplets but a rivulet, flowing from the broken chambers of a heart that has failed to

The story of the new age is to learn about life, and that’s how she learns her character. She not

I have drawn happiness in my dream on the wings of a dragonfly, Illness said after waking up, does it

By love, your smell has to be wrapped around me Wake up in the flavour of kissing and sleeping In

She was not accepted at home But she was my treasure The colour that distanced her from the people she

In the cycle of day and night, With the laughter and tears of the sky As the earth ages, I

Resolutions are made… not to follow, Reservation cannot be made lest tomorrow is not yours, Rear view is the past…