‘In pieces I lay strewn, abandoned by my love, I croon. As I breathe my last, I wished, love of my life fulfilled.’ ‘Don’t cry
Author: Shweta Mathur Lall
Shall Resurrect
The day you left me alone in the world Rejoiced my heart, heaved a sigh of relief Torment ended, from abuses you hurled A broken
Couldn’t reach on time
Delhi December fog coupled with widespread smog often blankets the city. That day wasn’t different. The only feeling keeping me warm was the internal rage
Between Two Worlds
“You think he’ll understand?” He entreated. “Depends on whether you ask or tell,” she replied stoically. “Should I take your calm acceptance to my truth
Unchartered Roads
Brook meanders it’s way, embracing crusted barks. Chirpy streams bounce and sway, to the terrain, thus embark. Bromeliads shun the sun, scorn greatest power. Heliotropic
Scarlet Light
I see him every day or rather early morning. He halts his car and doesn’t move even when indicated. I know he lives in the
It’s all in the Family
This wasn’t the first time that Suryakant Navgraha had been called to solve family discord. His mental anguish and responsibilities never concerned others except the
Gar! Hameen Asto, Hameen Asto!
10th January 2015 The mellifluous dulcet tones of Kashmiri folk music coupled with soft breeze, ushered in, the strings of harmony, in her love drenched
The Path of Life
Desire To attain more, Knows no bounds and no realms Don’t fire this inferno, beware, It burns. The thirst quenches, when your satiety controls. Don’t
Better Late Than Never
Reeta barely managed to avoid the concrete pillar of the parking lot. “Thank god! My knees didn’t throw tantrums this time.” She reflected. She smirked
Motherland
“Nawwwnn…..” it was happening again. She clasped her hands tightly against her ears, but it didn’t help. The sound of the siren blared, indicating impending
For God all lives matter
The siren beeping ambulances are a common sight at The Saints Hospital in the bustling city of Milwaukee in the state of Wisconsin. The exuberance
Is Your Heart Big Enough
It seemed as if heaven had opened. Monsoon clouds had seared its way through to the city of nawaabs, Lucknow. Such a downpour was usually
Tinkling bells
Lilting chimes of the bells of Bankey Bihari temple announced the beginning of a new day in the quaint little town of Vrindavan and for