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Sinking Words.

I write your words and mine,
On torn notebook pages
And fold them into boats,
Letting them flow down the murky stream.
Knowing they’d sink any moment, 18 more words

Poetry

Let's Get Naughty Once Again....

I was out for buying some household things last evening. While coming back I started mounting the stairs as I dwell on the first floor of the building. 829 more words

Personal

The Boat Festival - A short story

The village of Mayilakam and the areas around it, baked in the hot summer sun. The Earth was dry and the small river that flowed through the village had very little water left. 441 more words

Short Stories

Tomorrow. May be.

A blank canvas and some colours.
I sat down to paint us together.
But not today.
Tomorrow.
May be.

Today,
I only close my eyes… 96 more words