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Story: Freud had not said

By: Sam Rapth She came like an Angel. Is this sufficient to say? Considering her beauty precisely, these five words are very less. She was tall to five and a half feet. Slim physique. But, someone naughty like me might…

Poem: Never Again

By: Linda M. Crate you burned my dreams to ashes there was no need for such vicious carnage for a self-destruction that would take us both down in flames, and i do wonder sometimes if you said you loved me…

Poem: Life

By: Leena   We are all miscellaneous, ploughing the fields of wasteland; with a private understanding of life; an incongruous effect – suffocating, whether awake or asleep in air – conditioned rooms.

Poem: She

By: Aneesha Roy The thirst for life runs amok, My hungry loins call forth That bloody pulsating thrust That fills through and bursts, Deep, deep inside where no stories lie, Just darkness and smoke and fog and obscurity, moist and…

Poem: Love happens intermittently

By: Ranjeet Sarpal Love happens intermittently sometimes sporadically , For instance , may be between response and reaction , while being with you or without you , between words and silence , by 8pm or by 11 am , On Sunday…

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