Truth//

His eyes always told me a different story than what his lips narrated//   By Anjana Kameswari Read more texts by this author

She wasn’t the guilty one

It had never occurred to me, how much I hated the way I acted when somebody else does it. I was so annoyed, and the funny part is I don’t realized it annoyed me until I annoyed myself by acting this way. I should start by saying I skipped one stupid class I stupidly refuse…

“World (We) Against Terrorism”.

“World (We) Against Terrorism”. Human needs love, peace, and freedom. But terrorism is opposite to it, because they are not human they are the real losers of life, they don’t know what they are doing. But we, every human is “One” against anything wrong. We, the Human, have love between each other after war, A peace…

Happy Gandhi Jayanti..

  What is 2nd October? “Mahatma Gandhi Birthday” Dear Bapu, Hello, My name is Chirayu. You haven’t heard my name, but I do, not only me but every Indian does. So today I’m writing to you this letter for two purposes: first to wish you in my way and second to gift you something special…

Cupid is dead

How many times have I heard that story? How many times have you asked me to forgive? There have been so many times that I don’t believe you and wonder how the hell could I ever do it. But the answer is clear enough and I won’t stumble over the same stone twice: once again…

Poetry

The solitude of poetry, the solitude of the years. The poetry of solitude, the years of solitude. The weight of the years like a self-denial of threads in crucifixion. The sea without owner. The vacuum of poetry, the vacuum of life. The poetry of vacuum, the life of vacuum. The weight of your dead like…

The Fight For Respect In My Identity

“They are not our friend, believe me. They’re bringing drugs. They are bringing crime. They’re rapists….and some, I assume, are good people.” Donald Trump, president of the United States. At times like this, it seems to me that everything else is unimportant. Lately, I’ve been really thinking about the importance of identity. It all started…

I know ..

find the light
in all that darkness
in all that pain 

I already have my speech for when I do something big

There are so many things I want to do It’s always scary to be in the other side of the crowd, I really never thought I would be brave  ambitious motivated enough to do something like this, but the lack of motivation got my head awake at school. And all I could do was stare at…

Inside of you

I was so inside of you that I know your heartbeat, I know how you are inside, and I still can’t understand how hour heart fits in your breast. I was inside of you, while you were giving me life even before it had started. I was so inside of you that I learned by…

Who you are?.

  Who are you Who am I Who are the rest of the world Who knows I, you and everyone are just a different characters that has its own role to perform In everyone’s life.     By Chirayu Sharma Read more texts by this author

Dreams. 

It was a chaos. The one that can’t be controlled or altered. Cannot be channeled in the right direction. It is how it is. I woke up in the morning drenched in my own sweat. Panting as I ran from my own demons. The ray of light gave me a sigh of relief. Walking down that…