You drained your heart and sipped those sorrows, While she breathed love and waited for the morrow. - Muskan Pradhan ( Ray ) Photograph by Alwina Kathuria.
With a broken wing, blood pouring out of the little things breast, the lifeless warbler descended down. Gone were her flying days, her beak still half-open, wishing it could bid one last goodbye to the mighty wind and the fellow clouds. The hunter rejoiced as he finally hit his target after six failed attempts. The … Continue reading Uncaged
Let the sun shine brighter in this dark world of reality. For the sun hides the secrets which only the storm can reveal. And, the storm hides the pain which only the sun can feel. Life is like a pendulum. It oscillates between happiness and sadness. But, in between what we experience is called `life`. … Continue reading Destiny
एक अलग बात होती है उन कमरों में जो काफ़ी समय बाद खोले जाते हैं एक भीनी महक होती है उनमें कुछ अलग सी समझा भी नहीं सकती और धूल की एक पतली चादर से ढ़के मिलते हैं खोलने पर बिलकुल उस दिल की तरह जो अरसों बाद खुला हो। - Srishti Garg ( क़तरा … Continue reading धूल
I will leave soon Like the rustling wind in winter that makes you shiver. You want it gone, but once it passes you will be really cold. Put on a jacket. Put on another. I can’t promise to take away the knives buried in your front. Believe that there are none in your back – … Continue reading The Leavers’ Song
Infatuation had me drowning in it when I saw my reflection in the mirror. How could something so perfect be created and then life be poured into it? Oh no, wait! That's self-obsession! Ha! Have you ever stared at yourself in the mirror for hours? Maybe talked to the person in the mirror too? Ofcourse … Continue reading Self : Obsession or Love?
“There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.” ― D.H. Lawrence Sometimes as I walk down the road in search of refuge from the beating May sun at the bus stop, I stop and sit. With the vapours rising … Continue reading The lapsing time