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Krishna Bliss – Poem#1
Kalachand, the black moon has blindfolded my eyes, He is chasing me always in the form of a black shepherd boy. I can feel, the black boy has bonded me with a bond of affection and tied me up with… Continue reading
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You Write What You Have to Write at That Hour
We writers, can’t write anything that we wish to. We only write what we have to write at that hour. Maybe, we don’t choose the hour and the genre of writing but they choose us to be written. Continue reading
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I Will Celebrate My Independence when I Will Get the Freedom of Choice
I will celebrate my independence when I will gather the courage to tell the world that whatever I choose, it’s my choice Continue reading
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Writing, My Anchor to Self-discovery
Sometimes like a speck from the yet-to-discover corner of the universe, writing brings me the echoes of oblivion. It seems like a pilgrimage to the unknown as if I am devoted to the quest of the infinity through the pursuit… Continue reading






