Oh, God! Let me live. My panic-stricken prayer made me flutter in anxiety but it seemed the lord had heard it, for at the same
Author: Vandana Nadar
I Am a Little Dot
I am a dolittle dot lost and in doubt All I do is dandle like a trapped trout When I get all wheezed up I
Nostalgia in my Chest
In a nook of my room, stands an old chest Vibrantly hued, wreathed in satin and lace Holding me captive, as if possessed Fragments of
The Twisted Truth
Chapter-1 He and She ‘Click.’ She heard the key turning into the lock. The wooden steps creaked as he climbed up. Hurriedly, she switched off
Between Red and Green
He grabbed the window seat as the engine roared to life He could gawk at the rosy world forgetting his strife Just then, Gods decided
Hope Sweet Hope
My road to work traverses it every day A sweet home housed under a tree at its bend Aromatic waft greets from her stove of
And They Looked Away!
They averted their gaze, away from pleading eyes His fragile frame carried load, colossal than his size His hungry eyes frantically searched His bite-sized belly
Middle of the Night
How was I to know this was a wrong turn? Of course, I didn’t know and like always, I refused to take any responsibility for
A Tale of Love
I look at tangerine streaks adorning the sky Sun’s wobbly strides on the horizon A tale of love, so incredible unfolding amidst the fading, glistening
And It Moved the World!
I stand on the cliff looking at the blissful sun rays bathing my magnificent country. It is early, yet I see many of them carrying huge
Withered Petals
I feigned a surprise at the blossoms’ sight We enacted well, our rehearsed lines “O! How romantic” Crooned they all A plastic smile wouldn’t leave
The Yearning
Next door buzzing with elation Walls vibrated fervor Oozing! Amplifying her frustration To be an observer Bruising! She gave a glance so cursory Pretending to
Flip or Free
“Coffee?” He asked and I decided to celebrate my freedom. “Yes, please,” I answered and rummaged the innards of my tote bag. My hand hit
Love Undefined
“Excuse me.” I heard a gruff voice as the merciless sun scorched my profile. I looked offensively behind, maneuvering impatiently my vehicle, at the same
How I Died
Slowly, it seeps through the crevices of my soul Shredding bit by bit, my good-humored sufferance Severing my statements like a vicious troll ‘Scheming’ called,
Love Story
Chapter-1. Grade-VIII, 1986 We were both young when I first saw you I close my eyes and the flashback starts “Hey, Tims, what kind of
Mindfulness
Allow not idle fears get at you. I was told. Be reasonable, it can’t reach you. Can it happen just like that, Of course not.
The Rainbow
Phisss! Phosphorous and potassium chlorate unitedly made a lethargic attempt to light up the incense stick. Sharp odour filled the dingy room behind the shack.