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By Shyam Sundar Bulusu
Come, sit on the bench, with us do converse,
Paint a picture beautiful or do write a verse.
Stars on sky, flowers in garden are our Universe,
Good bye my friend and please again traverse.
When push comes to shove in a relationship..often creativity enters the mind...with a twist to follow...
there is a part 2..
There are times when food is used to supplement something missing in a relationship...gardening can be an alternative...
By Nandana Dinesh
Monsoon was all over.Spring has come up.....this poem shows the sudden changes that took place during the new season.....
Poetry | Updated Feb 9, 2014 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
By Apoorva Raghunandan
Poetry | Updated Feb 8, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Amaryllis - much like the Lily flower, rests in the poppy bed
By Amma Tiger 1
A brief descriptive essay about relaxing in a garden in summer
By Frank Sinclair
gardeners struggle against nature
Short Story | Updated Jan 18, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Taken from my 'Goblin Garden' collection of poems.
A poem taken out of my 'Goblin Garden' collection.
Poetry | Updated Jan 12, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
This is the second and final part of my debut short story December nights
Please read the first one then come to this one for better understanding
Story is in Hindi, because I love to write in Hindi
Gimme your reviews and comments.
My mind is going towards dream
A little dream covers me
I never forget
I never forget my springtime
As I never forget my love
As long as it goes..
Poetry | Updated Dec 21, 2013 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
Iâ€™ve almost forget about my last story, here comes the second
Inspiration sometimes greets to me, and I like it
Deep in mind the question- why
This is a short story about Find.
A short story about a spider in my yard.
Modern man makes his life a hell and shows blind eye towards nature.He fails to notice the beauty in small things which could derive him the greatest pleasure. It is high time he made some time to be one with nature for his splendid future.
Poetry | Updated Sep 26, 2013 | Reads: 101 | Comments: 14 | Likes: 32