Falling snowflakes Piling up by the door, Apple cider candlelights Flickering across the house, Fragrance from the potpourri Wafting through the air, Simmering hot chocolate Poured into a pair…
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We both snuggled in a cozy blanket with a hot cup of coffee, Watching the gentle drizzle dance across the window pane One after the other. Words were not…
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From mountaintops to sea resorts, from highrise buildings to subways, across continents, on islands, in large cities, and at small and large landmarks, 200 contemporary poets from around the…
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Demigods are Alive is a collection of 6 different short and long stories by the poet, author, editor, and publisher Monalisa Joshi. These stories portray the lives of six women…
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The mountains of Kodai looked mystically serene with a blanket of mist. Muthu’s tea stall was perched atop a rocky mountain. His business seemed to be enveloped in a…
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All I’m left with are the cherished memories, Brumous is my life but my heart still throbs for you; Calling out your name hopelessly, Dwelling in an illusionary world,…
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Cool ,crisp wind of October blows untamed… The trees, once bashful, sway to the rhythm in ecstacy. Having transformed into a mature maiden in auburn shades they glisten, And…
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I am a woman adorning different roles, Most of the time on my toes, running my house, And sometimes I sing, but I am not a singer, I dance,…
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I am a poet and thou art my muse, I want to ; Shower thee with a gentle drizzle of April showers, Infuse thee with the scent of heavenly petrichor,…
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I lay on the ground on a wintry day And welcome the snowflakes as they F A L L one…