Poetry
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Quest and Crusade of Manu
Chapter one: The storm that killed innocence The pyre was lit,and he was walking around the people,who gathered around the fire;while his father, the priest preached and yelled.The cries of a soul that only he heard.Never did he got used to the smell of human flesh.He is pure as white clouds and soft as cow Read more
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The Reality Of Imaginary Conversation.
Ray is suffering from Schizoaffective disorder ( a combination of symptoms of schizophrenia and mood disorder, such as depression or bipolar disorder. )He still has hallucinations. He is always fascinated by science. He sits in his room and reads blogs and books on science. One day he learns about light and is very intrigued by Read more
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To the glory of Kargil
With immense strength in heart;& unmatched bravery being their art;They marched on for two months;Always stood on the fronts;Facing the fire from every acre;For they thought they were the Nation’s caretakers. Have you ever seen heroes?Yes, they are on the borders day and night;Always ready for a fight.1999 was a year of pride;527 families were Read more
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Karma is not a bitch, It is a snitch!
When something goes wrong, we all say without a second thought; “It’s true man, Karma a bitch.” It has become a trendy phrase too. I used the same phrase as others. But I changed it to “Karma is a Snitch” after hearing this voice;“Hello, dear!Wondering who I am?I’m the one whom you all call as Read more
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That’s how he saved his futurE
Many a times being frugal is misinterpreted;Is being frugal being cheap?If saving money for greater things in life is;If serving one’s best interests is;Then yes; but;Being frugal at least gets one a good night’s sleep. We live in a world where;Clothes are meant for show off;Money is spent like a toss;& food is left to Read more
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Before death came – PAST LIFE REGRESSIOn
A girl with head ache attends past life regression. What did she find out? Read more
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Unheard voice of Sold Bodies
My name is Snigdha. I was just 16 when I went missing and reached Mumbai, amidst the slaughters. I was sold when I’m still a daughter, forced to lie down on the beds of tyrants while I’m still dressed as a bride with shiny saree and wild makeup. Now I have a body that has Read more
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Chitrapatam 