Penmancy: Offering Writing Solutions
On 3 Dec 2018 by PenmancyPenmancy has always believed in providing a global platform to writers who seek a channel to showcase their writing. Unlike other platforms, we aimed at providing a non-judgemental arena where they could bounce ideas and learn from each other. What began as a social experiment, has now turned into a community where self-taught writers are
Beyond Borders
On 15 Dec 2018 by Rham DhelWeapons on my shoulders, Claim lives, enemy or otherwise; High above those boulders, A war shall rise. My fate shall be decided, Among men who believe, That peace is one-sided; Victory they’d certainly achieve. Those men on the other side, Took an oath; allegiance they swore, Defend their land; do it with pride, Just like
Sunday Mass
On 14 Dec 2018 by Zahabia KotawalaThe sight was breathtaking! This enchanting monument had a fantastic architecture and exquisite frescoes which wonderfully contemplated amalgamation on the earth and the abstract kingdom of God. Joseph showed courage and entered inside old oak doors of the church heeding the request of his father who was also a concerned Father of the Our Lady
Some Things Somehow Remain
On 14 Dec 2018 by Moonmoon ChowdhuryMy balcony overlooks a lively park with little children chasing or tugging at each other. How beautiful is the gift of a real childhood in a place that has always been home! I admire the flamboyant flame trees around the park and try to recall the smell of a distant, forbidden land that was once
Let’s be together, once again
On 13 Dec 2018 by Pooja GuptaThe love that was between us, Where has it gone? The bond that was a bless, Why isn’t it still on? Do you remember the days? You waited for me for hours. Do you remember the ways? You made me happy with those lovely flowers. Now, tears come and go, You don’t even stare. My
You can
On 13 Dec 2018 by Zarteina AntaoThe world will tear you down child, You’re not tough. Wake up and see, you’re so mild, Life is just so rough. Days pass by, tears even, As you trudge along the dreary path. But you still can’t see any reason , To avoid all
Surprise Visit
On 12 Dec 2018 by Bhavna GajbeHe looked at the wallpaper displayed on his phone. Her petite body with that tender face made her appear like a doll. Her silky brown hair falling on his chest suddenly made him feel desperate. The Eiffel tower behind them in the picture reminded him of their dream honeymoon. She had always adored classy things.
What You Lost
On 11 Dec 2018 by Sparsh VermaHave you ever sat down alone on your old home’s floor Gazing reminiscently into the empty walls around Wishing the past would walk in right through the door And this deafening silence would fill with love and sound Have you ever dusted away those old squeaky toys Whose funny noises once echoed through your home
Live your dreams
On 11 Dec 2018 by Anjali M NaikLife is short, So let your dreams be high, Don’t back out, Strive hard to touch the sky! Pull up your sleeve, Don’t let the spirit die, You have no time to grieve, There’s miles to fly! The times may be tough, Put up a brave fight, Only at the end of a storm rough,
Friendship: a never dying bond
On 10 Dec 2018 by Pooja GuptaFriendship is the thread That helps to fly. I remember the days, we chatted on bed, I promise, I will never let those memories die. You are not my brother, Neither are you my sister. We are not even lover, Yet, this bond is so special and definitely not a litter. Gratitude for you being
Tears
On 10 Dec 2018 by Itali MadhusmitaMy eyes well-up & I know it’s you Eager to come gushing out What is it now that I could do To bury you deep so you drown out The dirty game raged on by emotions To hammer me down so I go crack Catalysed by the treacherous hormones I struggle with myself to hold
Wheels of Fortune
On 10 Dec 2018 by Ranjit NarayananI still remember the first day when I left my home, nestled inside an organic farm at Kodumudi, a beautiful village on the banks of Cauvery river, to pursue a dream. Appa’s dream to be precise. Appa had made a vow to make me a doctor on the day Amma died of snake bite. She
A Journey Called Life
On 9 Dec 2018 by Satish Kumar PrabhaSitting by that pellucid window, with a guileless gaze at the shimmer of railroad iron, colourful impressions of an exuberant pilgrimage, started flashing in my wavering mind. When my eyes turned towards the scenes in the coach, cacophony was all set to environ, amidst the myriad of souls, the joy in that new-found wisdom was
The Christmas Miracle
On 8 Dec 2018 by Natasha Sequeira‘Tap, tap, tap!’ Ten year old Jake saw a snow white pigeon tapping on the window-pane. He gazed restlessly at the snow white November landscape, then at his feet lying splayed on the bed. Useless. Wasted. That’s how he felt! The landscape appeared to echo this sentiment! Jake was the only child of Marra, a
Broken Reflections
On 7 Dec 2018 by Sparsh VermaAn orphan, abused in shelters, devoid of any relationship, Roy grew up detesting humans and in an explicable manner, took up the role of a hired killer early in his teens. Putting a bullet through somebody’s skull, severing the artery of an unsuspecting victim and feeling the warmth of blood drenching his hands, gave him
The Grandpa and the Grandson
On 6 Dec 2018 by Sudeepta MohapatraGrowing up in the concrete jungles of Mumbai, Chaithanya yearned to visit his grandparents who lived in a special village called Kumbalangi, where greenery is the theme; near Kochi, in God’s own country – Kerala. It had become sort of customary for him to celebrate his birthday, every year, with Appupan (grandpa), & Ammuma (grandma)
Hypothetical Future
On 5 Dec 2018 by Kylie RomanillosAs madness progresses onwards, Earth became a place for cowards Hideousness deformed every landscape, Darkness overshadowed the seascape Where every weep in the form of rain, Delves to prosper in the sea of pain Till the feeling becomes numb and mundane, The world’s beauty – now smeared with disdain! Traveled through the catastrophe – An
The Woman I Am
On 4 Dec 2018 by Kylie RomanillosFor the moon never gave beams tonight, Like no traces of its existence, nor light And no stars twinkle, no bright, Distinctly I realized it’s starless a night Only I see a reflection of a sorrowful mistress, A reflection of a grieving soul A crestfallen smile that mirrors my own Only I see this, the
The Masked Face: A Celestial Romance
On 3 Dec 2018 by Beryl ZephyrSome time ago, I was traveling in a remote part of the country. I was there on an excursion to collect certain exotic seeds that one of my clients had requested. As a gardener, I am frequently solicited to gather various types of uncommon and rare plants for my patrons. I had already collected the
Missing
On 2 Dec 2018 by KajalThe story continues from here: A Piece of Heart If I were you, I’d read the first part first 😀 ___________________________________ “Why did you never complete this diary entry, Nan?” Rey pulled herself from Frieda’s embrace and looked at her enquiringly. “I never got around to,” Frieda sighed as she returned to her coffee for
Forgotten, Not Lost
On 30 Nov 2018 by Kajal“Do you remember?” Reese asked lazily, not looking up from his latest iPhone X. “What now?” unconcerned, Rayna threw an unwilling question at him, her eyes glued to her Kindle book she did not wish to part with. “The night I lost my phone…” As he said this, Reese sprung from his side of the
The Photo that Conquered the World
On 29 Nov 2018 by Rham Dhel“The entire world was swept away by their charm and fell in love with their quirky smiles. Who are they? Our field correspondent, Jane Murph, has more details of this…bizarre yet fascinating phenomenon. Jane?” Facing the camera before me, I began addressing the TV viewers. “Thank you, Molly. Well, I surely have everything in store
Destiny’s Plan
On 29 Nov 2018 by Riddhi KatiraThe night sky was lustrous. Mild showers played all the right tunes. Moonlight and pool side accentuated the mood. His fingers entwined in mine. His sinewy hand grabbed my waist. Just then my funny bone tickled and I took out my phone. “Selfie time!” I rolled my naughty eyes in response to his tensed
The Final Journey
On 29 Nov 2018 by Beryl Zephyr“Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?” – Edgar Allan Poe It all started the night I lost my phone. I came home tired and went straight to bed. Then came this dream. I am on a trek alone in the remote Himalayas. As the evening descends on the
Train Friends
On 28 Nov 2018 by Shivani SalilShe hopped on to the local just in the nick of time. Office hours were going crazy with the new projects rolling in. Antara loved her job but the odd hours scared her. Her colleagues’ reassurances about Mumbai being safe and all did little to assuage her fears. Somehow the small-town girl’s fears were not easy
A Day to Remember
On 28 Nov 2018 by Moonmoon ChowdhuryI was more adventurous than my normal self that afternoon. I took my dream of surreptitiously attending Prof. Sen’s ‘Industrial Revolution’ class to fruition, checked off ‘writing a love letter to my imaginary lover in the class room’ from my ‘things to do before I die’ list, loitered around in the garden of the huge
Sisterhood
On 27 Nov 2018 by Shraddha NiphadkarZaara walked into her apartment at 5 am, tired from the night at the strip club. She was surprised to see that Sheena, her roommate, was up and had breakfast prepared. Sheena, a beautiful Black woman, had moved in a few weeks ago. Zaara suspected that Sheena knew about her profession. Sheena pushed a plate
An Extended Life
On 26 Nov 2018 by Bhavna Gajbe4th July 2018 Plopping hurriedly myself on the driving seat, I thought of making a call to Sudha. As soon as I put my hand in the pocket, I realised my classy iPhone X was missing. I had left it at the Coffee shop. The Mumbai traffic and rain can play havoc with your plans.
Your Gift
On 26 Nov 2018 by Divisha MithalIt was my birthday. I squealed with joy as I caught a glimpse of it while opening the gift. Your gift. It was the latest I phone model, just released in USA, still not available in India. I would never let the phone out of my sight, ever. It was my only connection with you.
A Mighty Heart
On 26 Nov 2018 by Alka MishraAlone she walked through the woods With a mighty heart inside The sublime beauty of the night Killed by the sounds of her despair Rolling through her cheeks Drops of tears fall like winter dew drops Her breath sometimes slow sometimes fast Like an unbearable catastrophe Lusty eyes didn’t spare her joviality Her innocence was