Penmancy Releases
The Fire Within Her
Sitara looked at the mirror. The function was about to start in a couple of hours and she had to reach the venue before that.
The Blaze Tattoo
Hey there, I am Jezzele. I love mysteries. I see mysteries and hidden conspiracies everywhere. My life is straightforward; I have a lovely home, lots
The Spurned Suitor
The gathered monarchs leered shamelessly as the princess entered the hall. Her beauty was indeed unparalleled and indescribable. Decked up in fine silk and precious
The Blazing Void
Trying to tuck Aaron into bed, new mother Aida started to hum lullabies. Motherhood for sure was overwhelming! She barely has time for herself. For
Misfortune
Horus was born in Egypt as a male biologically but found solace in portraying himself as a female. Feminine traits came naturally. When his mother
Blazing Respite
It was a grievous day for the families who had lost their 19 year-olds to the ghastly fire. News channels flashed the woeful story of
Birding at the Teesta
Cruising around isles of wetland My canoe tips and tows me soundlessly To catch the pied kingfisher surprise its doomed prey. Oars slice , and
Broken Soul
Beautiful, happy and carefree Was her life bursting with colors vibrant She looked at the world
The Monster Called ‘War’
I stare at the dilapidated structure on the brink of a total collapse just like those around it now reduced to an impenetrable rubble. The
Professional Mourner For Hire
The wind gusted through the branches. Brinda’s head throbbed as she found her way through the crowded alley. Commuters honked incessantly. Ladles clanked against the
Celebrating Love
Love when drenches the heart and soul Feelings of pure happiness emanate The universe looks pleasant and so beautiful Joy wraps the essence as a
Fragmented
Smiling, he rests in his casket Jocund stars align to make room for him Glistening moonlight rub against benumbed stillness Dreams meld into the void
The Shy Girl
Shy is she among all the girls As she reads her books with eyes always down Long shiny black tresses adorning her fair crown Which
The Rebel Queen
Decked neck with emeralds and pearls A crinoline over ritual clothes A seductress too seditious to be bridled Life lead raging against the earls. Earls
The Trophy Wife
Grave is oft our life’s irony. Oh! How I wished I had cognized this truth. Myriad secrets buried in my doleful heart. Unspoken is my
The Birth Of An Empress
The fire crackled. Fiery blazes fluttered as a whiff of wind whizzed past the sages seated in a circular pattern. Hymns reverberated in the air.