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"As I tread the paths of the world's embrace, Each step, a soothing balm to my soul's grace. In the dance of discovery, I find my peace, A whispered symphony, where worries cease. With every horizon, a canvas unfurls, Painted with hues of the universe's pearls. In the rhythm of travel, my spirit sings, Embraced by the solace that exploration brings."
by Maitreni Mishra
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Crafting Style With Creative Flair We Infuse Poetry In The Air... 🪄
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Do The Diwali With Timex And Win Over Time: #TimexHowzzatOffer
Diwali is round the corner and I’m all set for my Dhanterous shopping. Being the biggest aficionado of wrist watches, I save money throughout the…
Alice and Thumblina on a Blind Date: #TheBlindList
Alice was a menace! She was not that bored and drowsy girl as Lewis Carroll proclaimed her to be, but was an errant grade-schooler…
How to Pick the Best Internet Connection for your Home
Nowadays, the internet plays a big role in most of our lives. We rely on this technology for a lot of things such as…
कुछ किस्से… Forlorn Tales
कुछ किस्से हैं, कुछ बातें हैंकुछ सांझी सी सौगातें हैंआँखों-ही-आँखों में कट गयींकुछ अंतहीन सी रातें हैं | ढीले – ढीले से, बिगड़े …
Euphorbia: Haiku
Haiku …
The Ice Maiden
‘The Ice Maiden‘ — the title of my poem is derived from a famous fairy tale, a short story written by ‘Hans Christian Anderson‘, the…
The Hermit Crab and a Cancer Heart…
Her heart was made of resin, ’twas clear, fashioned easily… She revived and restored it after every hurt and aversion, but it retained those imprints… ….forever… …
मन ये ऐसे भर गया…La Réparation
मन ये ऐसे भर गया…La Réparation—the contentment, the solatium of a scarred soul… Contentment isn’t always about getting all what we aspire, or of the…
The Red Cardinal: Five Sentence Fiction
There were many chirping birds around the fowler… He forgot the nightingale cooing in his den, ensnared…of her own free will… The hunter never…
Why she dreams like me…
A Birthday poem for my Little Girl Anindhya, who never grows for me...
मर्सिया…The Elegy of Emptiness: Ghazal
You bequeathed me with bliss and parted ways for never to meet. ? The lines of my Ghazal are dedicated to my journalist and photographer…
Vanity Fair: Rapunzel and Her French Hair-do
Waiting with bated breath, I looked at my phone, Would I get an appointment of that nouveau zone? Sounded like wind-chimes, Ah! That much…
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