Sadness
It is foggy with queries that simply rise,
knowing too well they have no answers.
It is strung with the year-end farewell tune.
It is foggy with queries that simply rise,
knowing too well they have no answers.
It is strung with the year-end farewell tune.
But spare her the laughter
at the memory of falling,
for the laughter when cuts,
does so irrevocably and
it would be like the scattered
When the artist will sculpt
Her beauty on his canvas,
His brush now his chisel,
Hands, an ardent worshipper’s!
-Written By Vartika Sharma Lekhak (Reading Time: 10 min Approx) Nita looked at her watch, today she was again going to get late for the office. In spite of trying hard every day to wake up earlier than usual, she Read more
As I got up to leave, she said you must be wondering why I did that. I sure was wondering, and she knew it too. She happily put my inquisitiveness to rest.
But deep within him, there was a conflict. He wanted to do business and travel a lot. He did not want to hurt his father either. Life was strange and fickle, always throwing things before one realizes the gravity of expectations. The battle between his mind and heart went on when one fine day his heart overpowered his mind. He quit education midway and expressed his desire.