The letters of asphalt
written on the walls,
black &white
like an ultimatum for war
gripping the broken soul,
like the tremors of an earthquake
She,moonstruck,
on promises and lies,
runs through the lonely streets,
taking her only mate by her side.
Deranged to the core,
she hides her face,
to let go of the moonlight
to let go of it's shine.
She sings the melody
of unspoken words,
words, that had led to wars.
Mere words, that can turn a dead,
cold with fear and darkness.
Yet she hangs on to
the letters of asphalt
like an ultimatum
to find...
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Dreamscape Stills: Moods of Multitude
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A Free Soul
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Diary of a College Girl : Chapter II
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About Life and Cupcakes
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Every Time it Rains
June 29, 2016 -
Not Beautiful
June 27, 2016 -
DIY Home Decor
June 26, 2016 -
Hostel Tales: Diary of a College Girl
June 20, 2016 -
10 Things Men Could Do This Rajo
June 15, 2016 -
Ramadan 2016
June 8, 2016 -
Tunneling Tech
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Dreamscape Stills: Moods of Multitude
June 6, 2016 -
A Free Soul
July 8, 2016
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FOOD FOR THOUGHT
Posted on 11:04:00 by Shilpa with 2 comments

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Hello folks! It’s been a
really long time since I had a hearty chit chat with you all. Firstly I would
thank all our readers for showering us with such unconditional...
Friday, 8 July 2016
A Free Soul
Posted on 08:43:00 by Shilpa with 3 comments

“You have a visitor”, A lady in blue striped white sari tapped Kanika with a wooden stick. She looked up. Her eyes still wet, her kohl dried on the edges of her eyelashes. She stayed motionless for a moment until the lady screamed at her once again. She placed her left hand on the cemented slab and stood up, adjusting her Salwar to hide the red marks all over her body.
She walked through the iron barred corridor, adjusting her eyes to the dimly...
Sunday, 3 July 2016
Hostel Tales : Chapter II
Posted on 11:10:00 by Shilpa with No comments
Never ending waiting lines! An everyday scenario of my
hostel life. I sighed as I saw a long queue of girls waiting for the dinner. I
checked my phone. It was not even the dinner time yet! No matter how dreadful
the mess food tastes...There will always be someone waiting to swallow the
heart rending stuff. The dining hall was flooded with hundreds of girls making
it difficult even for CO2 to escape.
Though this is nothing unusual but today there was a special
reason for the chaos inside the dining hall. It was our hostel feast. The rare
occasion...
Friday, 1 July 2016
About Life and Cupcakes
Posted on 10:06:00 by Shilpa with No comments

If
somebody would ask me to define life; it would make me wonder deeply. Because
this single syllable word is unbounded and the traces of the imprints we leave
everyday behind us, is till infinity and beyond. But this definition is all prosaic and
mind wrecking to think of. So if I have to define it through something I
personally connect with in daily life, I would say…umm… Life is just like
Cupcakes!!! Eccentric, layered and with creamy...
Wednesday, 29 June 2016
Every time it rains
Posted on 10:21:00 by Shilpa with 3 comments

Every time it rains,
My heart goes for you
Every time the shimmering drops touch the base,
The little being throbbing inside
me,
Yearns for you
For you are far,
Beyond the oceans,
Cared and loved in another universe.
Indulgence could be such a sin sometimes.
A tempting mistake beyond right and wrong.
For you never forgave me,
Even though I begged and pled.
A nonchalant tramp at heart,
I...
Monday, 27 June 2016
Not Beautiful
Posted on 23:17:00 by Shilpa with 4 comments

Under the
blanket of nightfall
I dearly gaze
upon the blazing fireplace
Unsure, I
wonder of what I could have been
But juggling
through thoughts, I was sure
No, I am not
ugly
If I ignore
the hypocritical idiosyncrasies
I couldn’t
have been more beautiful
Charming and
delicate
Just like the
blooming petals of winter daisies
As light as
the downpour of first rain
Fresh and
bright like the early morning
Dancing and
whirling over the...
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