Beneath several layers dark and deepBuried and forgotten lie woven dreamsBroken and scattered they sadly weepBruised, they wane and let out muted screams Echoing memories
Author: Gowri Bhargav
Gowri is a woman on a quest to fulfill her dreams. She likes to experiment with words.
Dark Desires and Damnation
Every night we waited with bated breath for our darling ladylove to lay her lips upon us. She came unabashedly. Ooh! Those furtive glances that
A Ticket to Meet Santa
Emma was a third-grade student chosen to narrate a story during the Christmas celebrations in her school. “Good Morning! My name is Emma and I’m
A New Beginning
The entire town of Louisville appeared like a winter wonderland with several inches of snow on the ground. The Main Street- the most happening place
Thou Art My Love
In thy pristine eyes I clearly see, A reflection that belongs to me, Hark! I belong to thee and only thee, All thy inhibitions, just
Call of Autumn
The cool zephyr gently whispers In the ears of trees that stand tall, Leaves pirouette to autumn’s call Dazzling in myriad colors. Spreading the crowned
A Serendipitous Encounter
The mountains of Kodai looked mystically serene with a blanket of mist. Muthu’s tea stall was perched atop a rocky mountain. His business seemed to
A Soulmate’s Soliloquy
All I’m left with are the cherished memories, Brumous is my life but my heart still throbs for you; Calling out your name hopelessly, Dwelling
Me, Myself, and My Pink World
An interviewer sat next to Ms. Pink, eagerly waiting to hear everything that she had to say. Ms. Pink, a fashionista, about five feet, six
A Soulmate’s Soliloquy
As I gaze at the starlit sky,Your looming face just flashes by,The illusion keeps me alive,Savoured memories help me thrive,You are gone, leaving me. Some
The Path to Success
Keep trying Despite failing Always look forward Never look backward Face obstacles untoward Cling on to positivity Perseverance is the key Discipline your mind fully
The Witch of Longville
The leaves of all the trees tethered to the branches rustled as the autumn wind blew with a gusto. They looked heavenly in their myriad
Frida Kahlo
Her art still holds a place in our hearts, Mexico’s dynamic feminist, My verses pay tribute to Frida. Her life was filled with great pain
Drowned in Love
‘neath the seraphic moonlit sky,Our ardent hearts sing together, Eyes drowned in love, our ecstatic spirits dance to soar high. You are my soul mate forever,Treading
Voices in My Head
During the blank hours filled with solitude, I hear voices within my concealed mind, The silent screams sound like cacophony, Looming memories flash before my
A New Chapter
Tears flowed from Meera’s eyes as she glanced at her husband’s picture. Twenty-six years of togetherness had come to a bitter halt when Ravi had
Twilight Tryst
Fourteenth Century, Romania There was a time when my tormented soul sought the warmth and solace of a tender heart. I desperately yearned to be
The Strange Boon
A red silk saree meandered along her curves. Her palms dazzled with bright marudhani, and the clinking glass bangles moved back and forth flirtatiously. Chunky