muse-a-poem-by-madhumathi-h

Muse

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A muse need not always beA flower, the moon, rain, or the seaMuse blooms in moments, tooLikeWhen someone tells, you are lovedSips the coffee...
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Beneath the Smells, and Sights…

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As she peeled the skin, slowlyThe magical smell from the orangeFilled her heart with memories…How beautiful and convenient it isTo remember a beloved, as...
pillows-poem-by-krishna-hinagne

Pillows

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The mind, just like a pillow, is filled with thoughts and wool. It is a concoction of good and bad wool stuffed upto a...
colors of fall a short story by Vidya shankar

Colors of Fall – A Short Story by Vidya Shankar

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Vanaja stood at her balcony, sipping warm jasmine tea and looking at the bright blue bits of a pleasant autumn sky she could discern...
Dear 2020... A poem by Madhumathi H.

Dear 2020… A Poem by Madhumathi H.

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Life defined, in thousands of languages world over It often takes a calamity or pandemic To teach compassion, love, gratitude, contentment... Sigh! Flapping its huge wings, in  rage(?!) Descended...

Keep Hopes Alive

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When you are caught In the storm of turmoils And you cannot trace A ray of light of hope Dwell in the almighty Where you...
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