Gopalakrishnan Prakash shares her poem ‘Life’s Like That’ for #PenMuse-55. Please read and share yours for this #writingprompt: https://penmancy.com/penmuse-55/
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Author: Gopalakrishnan Prakash
Gopalakrishnan Prakash is a professional pharma researcher with over 42 years of experience. He has a lively interest in literature and Hindu philosophy. He has written numerous poems, short stories, etc.
The Stranger on Deputation
Gopalakrishnan Prakash shares his story ‘The Stranger on Deputation’ for #QuinTale-55. Please read and share yours for this #writingprompt: https://penmancy.com/quintale-55
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Shiv Shakti
From rooftop Saw full moon Shining bright. Craters marred Her Smooth face Here and there A new spot? it’s Vikram And Pragyan! ________________________________ Connect with
Mayday! Mayday!
You moved us all across the sea Said, “Cheetas, go forth, and be free!” We lived, hunted, died In the jungles wide Step aside Let
The Crab and the Beachbum
Gopalakrishnan Prakash shares the poem ‘The Crab and the Beachbum’ for #PoetryPrompt 3 at #TaleathlonS3.
Submission for the challenge is open till 11:59pm today.
When I am Seventy-two
Oh, a lot of siblings, loving parents, friends more love, affection and camaraderie than material comforts Childhood passed off with all play and no work
Safari – Bandhavgarh
Gopalakrishnan Prakash shares her poem ‘Safari – Bandhavgarh’ for #TaleathlonS3 Poetry Prompt 2. Read it here. Submissions close at 11:59pm tonight. #writingprompt #writingcommunity #writingchallenge #penmancyevents #penmancyanniversary
The Chaos Theory
Disorder keeps growin’ So say the physicists we do see it’s but true Chaos all aroun’ us our position we rue Disorder keeps growin’ rapes,
Mahapralay 2.0
‘Gopalakrishnan Prakash’ shares her short story ‘Mahapralay 2.0’ for this month’s #HarnessWriting. Please read and share yours for this #writingprompt: https://penmancy.com/arkalypse/
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Those Were the Days, my Friend
Sleepless and reclining in easy chair You’re counting flocks of sheep trying to sleep nostalgic thoughts assault you fond and fair Take you scaling past
Attaboy, Adonis!
New Delhi. December 2019 The conference room of the Northern Railway Headquarters in New Delhi was jam-packed. The security was tight and very much visible
How I Love This Girl!
While strolling on the sandy beach Saw a girl with color of peach I was fully robbed of my speech She stumbled, barely could I
Spellbinders
How politicians of all colors and hues Speak in many tongues and walk in many gaits Promises many they make to clear all dues Fishing
Born Again
Nothing I knew that day I was born Except the hearty soul by whom I was borne She nursed me with her blood and love
The Right Turn, at Last?
I, Sanchala, was born with a silver spoon; no, I was born with accounting software in a gilded pen drive! Both my parents, Vishwanath and
Where are you, my Love?
Sitting on a rock by the sea As the evening sun is sinking The waves crashing into my seat I slowly slip into deep thoughts
August Fifteenth
Three hundred million folks tortured in years of slavery in pain endless misery souls endured struggled with bravery in vain. unarmed we struggled shedding blood
Lure of the Lucre
The door of the cubicle was firmly closed and the key turned. Rajan inspected his surroundings. It was minimally furnished with a 2-tierbunker bed. He