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  society, violence and governance By chinmoy mukherjee In recent months the country has been witness to a wave of violence erupting in various parts of the country and the response of governments both at the Centre and States has been somewhat...

Ever since I met the eyes that spoke of redemption, two gems that outshone with a magnificent hope of the heart my soul began to glitter and her eminence told the story   In time past, I experienced a waterfall of chocolate sweetness, when...

Look into those weeping eyes, tell me that you see her comfort stuffed into a greedy furnace look into the sanctity of his heart, please tell me, you see cracks in it, faults by a cardiac earthquake with the eruption of blood, killing it's...

Each time I walk on the streets of life, my breathe is held, my soul can no more be free, as before, when it was young and strong, then I look at the bus stop, where you used to stand and sparkle with a smile I now apparently know, I need...

He spoke this, but his hypocritical eyes, spoke a foreign song   Her lips moved with the smooth butter of flattery, but her heart was like an active volcano, awakening from its long sleep   He said the nicest things with a porcelain...

her heart was knocking at his door for a wanting embrace, everyday, as drops of rain fell to the wondering ground, her aching breathe, fathom why he ignored her signals   she searched for adventure in his eyes and longed for the heroism of...

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I was walking in a prostitutional nightmare, it had sexed with fear, insecurity and hopelessness, my rose withered, while my heart trailed in offensive night, dusk became my morning, where sunlight was spilled by an oblivious source, a...

my fortune shed its leaves and flew away into the dastardly wind, by the novel of bitter destiny, but it was non-deciduous, as my riches never returned   A cool wind murdered the warmth from my body, made naked by wretchedness, my hands,...

when night comes to town, and the wolves howl at noon, you must surely hear the sobbing of weeping bullets, and the invasion of danger upon your life   the clock turns backwards, and days of the sackcloth are rewinded by these black...