Random Gyan #14: Passing Judgment
To those who think they have the right to pass judgment on me to – ‘I’ am ‘The Highest Authority’ on my own matters. Case dismissed. Copyright © 2018 Pradita Kapahi
To those who think they have the right to pass judgment on me to – ‘I’ am ‘The Highest Authority’ on my own matters. Case dismissed. Copyright © 2018 Pradita Kapahi
Dear Readers, If you recall, I had informed you in this post, that as part of a contest being hosted on Story Mirror, I shall be posting 52 stories for all of the 52 weeks of the year 2018. This is the link to my third story – Pincheliosclerosis Now I know some of you may…
Stop handing me crumbs of love, I’m no stray. I want to be the sight You wake up to each morning. The name that tastes The first kiss of your lips. If you cry, I want to be The first to know why. If you smile, I want To be the reason why. If you…
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Dear Readers, Today I bring you a poem by an old blogging acquaintance and dear friend, Simon Falk, who blogs at Simon’s Still Stanza. His poem is about those lost moments that make you wish you could turn back time and reclaim that lost opportunity. Funny thing is, Simon had published this not as part…
Dear Readers, Today I bring you a thought-provoking satire by the accomplished writer and author, Mr Durga Prasad Dash, who blogs at Durga Dash Blog. Check out his Amazon Author profile here. His clever commentary that starts with lyrics of popular Bollywood songs will surely leave you thinking that poetry is dead, but this piece…
It’s the last Friday of this week and last Friday’s are always a reminder for me to spread the love and light; help this world in some small way to make it a better place. That is the motto of #WATWB and I’m proud to be a part of it. You can be a part…
I’ll die a thousand deaths To hear my name on your lips. I’ll lay my heart on the floor So the muck of this earth Sullies not your fair tread. I’ll rest by your door side, In winters frost, For a chance encounter. And I’ll travel a million miles To have a moment With…
Dear Readers, Today I bring you a beautiful poem, I believe the first of the TPC Romance Fortnight based only on the kind of love that ballads and great romances are made of. This poem is by Sharon who blogs at Untamed. Please check out her other blog posts. She writes beautiful poetry on love…
A gold encrusted watch I kept Tied onto my left wrist. A gift from me Pappy dear, The thought of losing it I couldn’t bear. Then one fine summer’s night While on a pot I sat, I turned my wrist and its clasp Flew open and plop it fell Into the murky waters of toilet…