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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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Manikarnika: ShivShakti
Prologue: Manikarnika, the woman who adorns Ruby (Manikya) earrings! It is believed that Adishakti (Sati) used to wear ruby earring as they were Lord Shiva’s…
Bruised: Haiku, Senryu
Trespasser west wind, Drifted all my pollen grains I am blued and bruised ! He plunged into her heart and plundered her choicest possession, her…
Love, The Oxblood…
When the town was painted in red…I readily graced a thorn festooned bedPassions rose but wishes died Dreams thrashed and heart cried The clouds wept…
हमेशा देर कर देती हूँ मैं…Nazm
Fainéant… a person, who thinks much but does nothing, as French say. Well, I would have loved to be one if allowed a life extraordinaire.…
Music Draped Me, Yet I Was Revealed In Its Folds…
…and I sang a song after years, co’z #Life told me to embrace music…again… And I sang again. I did what I was born for,…
Come Winters, I’m Cashmere-ready
“When the Sun shivered, played clef treble, She draped her Cashmere…She reminisced of those wintry nightswhen quivering moon was there… When memories painted her, she blushed, she bloomed…
Come back Santa Claus…
He met with me in June, became my destiny in November and left me in December…forever… Ours was a fleeting love-affair but it’s perennial. My…
How Mobile Apps Keep Us Paying
If you own a smartphone, chances are you’re in possession of well over a dozen apps to go with it. According to some survey numbers…
विस्मृतियाँ…
पर्वत के ह्रदय को भेद के ही हर नदी की धारा बहती है, और हरी कोंपलें पतझड़ के जाने की कहानी कहती हैं, पाषाण हों जितने…
Cashmere Memories
I draped you O My Silks! With the fondre memories, I was filled of riding on those obscure swings, rocking-a-bye on your nonchalant…
Dark Diwali
Mitranya cried last night. She was getting ready for her wedding. She wept profusely for the seventh time and the dark sky celebrated her…
Tum Na Jane Kis Jahan Mein Kho Gaye…
When the whole world celebrates Diwali, a daughter celebrates her Dad’s birthday and mourns her amour at the same time… He was the music of…
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