Their eyes glow in the dark, they Look at us when we are not looking. They watch—and watch—and watch, But they neither talk to us, nor let us know. W...Read more
Sanu Jha
Writing is creating, but sometimes our creations come to life. Sometimes they sit beside us. And sometimes—they bite back.
First Post, Super Fan
When you want to reach the stars, Why do you watch the stars And wait for them to beckon you? Why do you not levitate? Why do you not run through the ...Read more
O little bird in the cage who sings a song, Who hasn’t flapped his wings in sunshine so long, Your joyous chirps are seatherny to me, From that cage, ...Read more
The path is green and shrubs do grow, But here and there we see some throw, What they carry in their pockets and bags, And what the forest and its ani...Read more
Death is conquered; His sheep, He’ll always keep, The solemn cross has defeated the grave. Do not mourn, His rising is faster than a leap. He was ask...Read more
The first officer awakened, and ran to the bridge— Pushed away the person holding the telegraph, And broke it to the point of ‘Hard-a-starboard.’ The ...Read more
The dark night had it all that needed. The fate was predestined for them. The moon was absent, mist was whispering, The binoculars were cold, whimperi...Read more
My princess, let me sit by Your little portrait, and cry. Sleep well, little princess, I shall not awake you. As a bird takes rest, After making its ...Read more
White and furry friends Welcome back, I have to say Wolves of Light, you are A new pioneer De-extinction of nature Present among us Shall you howl t...Read more
Got up just now, had a pain in the throat, Looked at the clock; the hour said fourth. Had a bottle on the table by the bed, Opened the cap to bring an...Read more
Far at the noon sky, I captured a gleam, The whiteness behind it appeared to be dim. The beak so red as if a carrot was stolen By the passing clouds w...Read more