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She was the most beautiful person in the marriage hall She also seemed the most anxious I tried inquiring about it to her garland and her...

"Thamizhan nenaichaa enna nadakkum nu theriyuthaa!" screams a voice.  "Is this even right? In the wake of emotion, are we...

(A fictional piece dedicated to an angel who made a man out of me) "How would it be if we had black stars on a white sky?",...

The pen has not run out of ink Contrarily, it is so filled that it only releases blobs I want to be a horse with blinkers Not the housef...

First came the birthdays when I really did not understand what was happening around me. There would be new clothes and new toys. There woul...

On the lookout for a miracle Whenever I travel in a bus at nighttime, I keep staring outside the window, looking out for solitary lamppo...

I sharpened my pencil to write this poem The lead broke and went rolling across the paper That beautiful mole of yours - Can that go ro...