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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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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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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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
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
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.
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
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
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,
‘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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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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