Sunday Mass
The sight was breathtaking! This enchanting monument had a fantastic architecture and exquisite frescoes which wonderfully contemplated amalgamation on the earth and the abstract kingdom
a coven of creative characters
The sight was breathtaking! This enchanting monument had a fantastic architecture and exquisite frescoes which wonderfully contemplated amalgamation on the earth and the abstract kingdom
My balcony overlooks a lively park with little children chasing or tugging at each other. How beautiful is the gift of a real childhood in
The love that was between us, Where has it gone? The bond that was a bless, Why isn’t it still on? Do you remember the
He looked at the wallpaper displayed on his phone. Her petite body with that tender face made her appear like a doll. Her silky brown
Have you ever sat down alone on your old home’s floor Gazing reminiscently into the empty walls around Wishing the past would walk in right
Life is short, So let your dreams be high, Don’t back out, Strive hard to touch the sky! Pull up your sleeve, Don’t let the
Friendship is the thread That helps to fly. I remember the days, we chatted on bed, I promise, I will never let those memories die.
I still remember the first day when I left my home, nestled inside an organic farm at Kodumudi, a beautiful village on the banks of
Sitting by that pellucid window, with a guileless gaze at the shimmer of railroad iron, colourful impressions of an exuberant pilgrimage, started flashing in my
‘Tap, tap, tap!’ Ten year old Jake saw a snow white pigeon tapping on the window-pane. He gazed restlessly at the snow white November landscape,
An orphan, abused in shelters, devoid of any relationship, Roy grew up detesting humans and in an explicable manner, took up the role of a
Growing up in the concrete jungles of Mumbai, Chaithanya yearned to visit his grandparents who lived in a special village called Kumbalangi, where greenery is
As madness progresses onwards, Earth became a place for cowards Hideousness deformed every landscape, Darkness overshadowed the seascape Where every weep in the form of
For the moon never gave beams tonight, Like no traces of its existence, nor light And no stars twinkle, no bright, Distinctly I realized it’s
Penmancy has always believed in providing a global platform to writers who seek a channel to showcase their writing. Unlike other platforms, we aimed at
“Do you remember?” Reese asked lazily, not looking up from his latest iPhone X. “What now?” unconcerned, Rayna threw an unwilling question at him, her
“The entire world was swept away by their charm and fell in love with their quirky smiles. Who are they? Our field correspondent, Jane Murph,
The night sky was lustrous. Mild showers played all the right tunes. Moonlight and pool side accentuated the mood. His fingers entwined in mine. His