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nature

indi Poetry

i don’t look at you any more

  i don’t look at you any more for i think you’re the same every day yet you aren’t, are you the light falls differently the colours carouse at their own will there’s purple and pink some day some day it’s less orange sometimes more red than you are in the mood for there’s ochre, mocha, and blue and the shapes? what are they called wish i knew streaks and billows shimmery peaks and meadows lashes of a riotous unfettered…

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sarees tell stories

muga and memories

there were always butterflies to chase after and try and catch; powdery colour left behind on your fingers as the winged one found a way to escape your clutches. not just the usual yellow and white butterflies. they were blue and black, brown with large eye like patterns, some had purple streaks, some ornate wings with frilly edges. in the reserve forest there were many more. and there were moths too. big ones, tiny ones, in the house, in the…

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secrets of seattle

Cherry Blossoms at University of Washington

Delicate tufts of baby pink and pearly white like fresh flakes of snow. Cherry blossoms in bloom herald the start of spring. I like to think of spring season as the time nature allows itself to heal, or atleast the parts that are in its control. Leaves that had withered away in fall, take a shaky first breath as they dare to spring to life all over again. Flowers that could not bear the harsh winter, tentatively start to face…

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Poetry

Mountain Love

Oh mighty mountains! You make me seem so small, I stare at you in awe, whilst you sit out there so tall. I wish that I could be as immortal as you are, But I am only human, I cannot be at par. Our Guest Writer Yangchen Bhutia shares her love for the mighty mountains.. Tell me how it is to witness everything, From adam and his eve, to every human being? You must have seen many kingdoms rise and…

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Now Brewing

Construction to Conservation

construction to conservation

“Once you are a civil engineer, you start seeing the world differently!” I read this quote on somebody’s t-shirt during my college days. I am a B.Tech in Civil Engineering and I still remember how I used to admire……. the winding roads laid out across the most challenging of terrains, the precision with which flyovers were aligned amongst the busiest of cities, the strength of the bearings that withstood the load on these grand bridges, the complex architecture of high-rise…

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secrets of seattle

An Adventure in Spring

Spring Adventure - A fairytale walk

Once upon a time, on a beautiful morning, when the birds and bees were heralding the arrival of spring, I found myself alone; in a place, that was my home. It wasn’t long before I realised, I knew a warm and handsome guy who was in the mood for an adventure. He is a curious, loyal and dauntless sort of a fellow. A perfect companion when setting out for an adventure. So, we stepped out from the confines of the castle.…

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indi Poetry

the sea writes its own poetry

the sea writes its own poetry the breeze doesn’t care, it sings essays drift by on falling leaves petals wither and tell stories   i have marked my world with limits and laws i have shut out my poetry silenced my song   i undulate and meters get set i whistle through and melody begins i fall and a world gets composed i die and the story is told   where have you hidden your poetry where have you buried…

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road to singapore

look out for the butterfly

that day aj was very excited. he had spotted a path veering off from somewhere close to his wife’s office in biopolis; it seemed to disappear at one point, but he’d noticed graffiti and perhaps it was a new road being created for cyclists or something? he had no idea, but he wanted to go and explore, if i agreed. among the brand new skyscrapers of biopolis, in the innovation and entrepreneurial centre of singapore, it is hard to imagine…

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aarwen Poetry

A Song of Love

song of love poetry

Vivid dreams, seethe tenderly A lore of love, for you and me Blades of grass, that branch with a swing Fluttering fireflies, their promise of spring Drizzle of rain, rumbling thunder Dash of snow, our blissful surrender Fire from woods, smolder of lips Your sultry touch, my heart that skips Tranquil moonlight, tempestuous gale Flickering candlelight, that hidden trail Words and thoughts, smile and a sigh Our steady gaze, under a clear night sky Shower of stars, a drop of dew This dance of…

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