Articles [Social Life]

  Imagine a world where women run the show. No wait! Don’t imagine, just open your eyes and look around you. Society has come a long way since the time when men were strictly the breadwinners of their families, and women were confined to work in...

In the year 1575, two men, one in Delhi and the other in Udaipur, were deep in thought about a conformation they both knew would take place shortly. Though they were rivals in the battle for supremacy, they shared many similar qualities. Both...

I'm walking with the talisman of the moon trekking with success golden spoon, as soon as the hammer strikes noon this night is edified, qualified and molified by blindness   Then shallthis charming pendant be proclaimed important without...

One sided love happens when one person loves someone and other person doesnt. one sided love sometimes is very hurting. we see a heard lot of bad stories about one sided love and all many of us know about its bad consequences. one can live happily...

I guess I'll let my soul burn like surrended paper in the fire, the furnace of life, fries me with its daily frustrations   day by day, I see my possibilities, baked to ashes by the ovens of suffering   even my spirit sings a dirge of...

He lies on his bed a poor composure of morbid clay, his body can understand the merriment of drowsiness, but CERTAINLY not his eyes and DEFINITELY not his heart   His weak eyes, blurred in sleep, blinded by a spectrum of closing eyelids,...

where shall my heart lay where shall my heart be put to rest as the sky bows, as the sea prostrates itself to rest?   what shall be the song that lingers home with the sore feet of destiny? compassion   There shall be a new...

My tears turn to ash, my world becomes volcanic with the noisy eruptions of suffering, I'm sleeping on a bed of spines walking on a carpet of thorns, oil has been spilt on my wings of fortitude   The moonlight is spilt across my day, a...

I shall be gazing into those gems of glory, those eyes of passion that exceed luminary trust, I shall be reading this optical smiling diary of faith, from time to time   I shall see its glamour, and wonder how the oceans in them interwove...

You could see the dusk in her eyes, as she spoke the dialect of twilight, she saw eyes of a shadow, and yet fascinated with the novelistic guy within her, did not show it   There he stood, eyes of a shadow, black as suspense, I'm sure to...