Writing, a skill once reserved for scholars and poets alike, is said to be one of the most essential skills that elude the general public today. Being a good writer is usually judged by getting your work published, or if you were raised in an Indian family, judged by how intensely your mother brags about …
Sex Education refers to the teaching of human sexuality, sexual relationships, age of consent and methods to have safe sex. Sex Education is not solely limited to sexual health, it involves personal skills like communication and even human development at distinct ages. It educates oneself on how to play their gender roles in the society.Sex …
A push, my child, is a creator,A push is which can be predator. Know what power it holds? A push in courage creates destiny,Devoid of care, troubles souls for eternity; A push of hope can envision a trivial mind,One with belittling words, destroy character in grind; It gladdens a life with thoughts heavenly and sweet,Or …
The life is not just black and white,There are colours in between,The colours of all spectrums and shades.Walking, sulking, climbing, falling,We keep trying on our paths destined. The world where the real & unreal meet,where you admire yet admonish,where you love yet unlove,where you find yet get lost,it is the bewilderment,that lays rest in the …
हम जानते है,के तुम हमारी नहीं,पर एक दफा तुम्हेअपना बनाने कीख्वाहिश है हमारी। हम जानते हैके हमारी राहें अलग है,पर एक दफा तुम्हारे साथएक राह चलने की,ख्वाहिश है हमारी। हम जानते हैके तुम्हे हमसे मोहब्बत नहीं,पर एक दफा तुमसेइश्क़ करने की,ख्वाहिश है हमारी। हम जानते हैके तुम्हे किसी और से लगाव है,पर एक दफा एक …
Enemies from the same mother,Stared at each other.For a really long moment,Mother stood nearby, long with disappointment. Feet were steady on the ground,Palms were sweaty, faces frowned.Eyes were red,Today, they were dead. This day was one to remember,Mom came and sat in the centre.She said the fight was meaningless,Who started it, they did not fess. …
Standing in the middle of the road, drenched,I saw the Peacocks dancing, their thirsts quenched.The feeling of hatred grew, I let it ferment,And once again I was reminded of the one, I resent. Fury in my heart, tears in my eyes,Revealing betrayals, you apologise.All those faux promises of paradise,You really were the devil in disguise. …
One calm night at sea shoreafter dancing barefoot for a while …You were there in black blazer and red tiewith the same colour of wine… I was walking beside you in dawn blue One-pieceholding your arms; tightly as much as I can…The waves were hitting the feetand were going away with the slippery sand… In-between …
A step up or a step down,We can do everything on our own.Few failures doesn’t matter,Matters only success and efforts.A sharp view towards the passion,Little far to reach the destination.Don’t look back, don’t have any fear,Look forward and go on dear.
Dearest India,My humble salutations to you! I derive much happiness in writing to you about my inmost feelings of being born and raised in one of the most exquisite countries of the world…“Bharat”, as we know boasts of an evolution from a long history which originated about 5000 years ago. I remember that even as …