The Sculptor set his tools around,And lost himself away,To seek in stone, his love profound,Like stars in brightest day!So as the chisel etched its course,He found his lover near,
The moon is watching the old house at the distance… the mother puts off lamp oil … and in her open arms embraces her daughter, while the moon’s light overwhelms the room…
She came like a rhyme,She touched my heart as the songs of spring,Her sweetness pleased me as if the gentle breeze;These are the rhymes still in my heart .
The sound of the pounding surf and swimmers increased as she walked towards the sea. A tiny fiddler crab was racing back and forth along the shore
This Hindi poem highlights the importance of Love in which a beloved feel that all the events of Her Life benefited Her at every step only due to the Love which She received from Her Lover.
We all need to take a step at a time and lead by example to protect our environment. In this essay, I would like to discuss some ways to combat some rising problems we are facing in daily life
It’s something I have said a million times: Yes, I miss you. I know it has been a long time since the wall of silence has stood strong between us. But I can’t stand it anymore.
Story of the Month July’2013: My mother always told me that summer was her favourite time of the year. She said it was so powerful, that the trees swayed to escape its heat.
I am a man in solitary confinement and you are the flint and tinder to my imagination. Your physical attributes are ones for admiration, your eyes, your lips, your complexion
The dawn is gleeful,With the shadow of my beloved.It cheers,With the tone of her voice.The sun welcomes the morn,With the painting of my beloved