The Breakthrough

  Oh! What’s a girl like her to do? Still awaiting a breakthrough?   All the seconds, minutes, hours, Days, nights, years, that Life devours   As the smooth becomes creased And the softness is decreased   Light makes way for obscurity Turning her into a dummy   The flowers will be withering And their [...]

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February 15th, 2012 by Bhawna Atmaram

The Unneeded

  Huddled there, eyes wishful, I wait Ever since been dreading that date That should not be sealing my fate   Should a day define a whole life? Oh, of apprehensions so rife That’s in my back, like a big knife   Never been gifted a red rose But nothing should be so morose Going [...]

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February 14th, 2012 by Bhawna Atmaram

Under the cyclone’s eye…

  Started when it was hot And I was feeling unsought   Like two passing ships lately Leading lives separately   In our abode, same thing TV, phone, laptop, nothing   Fixed was my gaze hither Turned were your eyes yonder   Two souls, one long corridor, Thoughts focused on the front-door   It then [...]

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February 12th, 2012 by Bhawna Atmaram

I, unlikely bard….

  Just now, as I close my eyes I can hear the softest sighs Echoes of past encounters Full of passionate embers Infusing the warmth of love Taking us to heights above Which have left the hearts scarred And me, an unlikely bard Sweetheart, just whisk me along To where you and I belong In [...]

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February 9th, 2012 by Bhawna Atmaram

Things that p*** me off on Facebook

1.  People taking their own photos in all possible poses….snapshots screaming ‘Look at me!’ There’s one thing about people taking your photos, but something else about your being an obsessed you, snapping away, day and night, especially in front of the mirrors! Makes it seem as though you’re trying too hard! Pathetic, I tell you! [...]

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November 2nd, 2011 by Bhawna Atmaram

Is there any such thing called Luck?

Two men were walking along a busy street.  They were two homeless souls, surviving on people’s generosity, sleeping by the moonlight, scavenging the bins for whatever could erase the ugly croaking of hunger.   It was a particularly cold wintry day, with mist enveloping the city.  Wrapped in their coats and scarves, the citizens were [...]

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October 23rd, 2011 by Bhawna Atmaram

Stood up

The jazz music in the background, the clinking of wine glasses and the soft hum of conversations flipped over her head.   The waiters, dressed impeccably in their smart black and white uniforms, bustled around, smiling, serving, rushing.   She cleared her throat and smoothed out the folds of her dress.  She re-adjusted her necklace [...]

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October 15th, 2011 by Bhawna Atmaram

A little story on friendship

Two friends were playing in the parched fields in their village.  Soon, they started feeling hungry.   What were they to do? The village was going through the worst drought in its history, there was practically no food and people were dying of starvation on a daily basis.   Suddenly, they stumbled across a dry, [...]

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October 15th, 2011 by Bhawna Atmaram

Love through her eyes (A love story)

  A boy and a girl loved each other.   Sadly, the boy had to go abroad for his studies and he left his sweetheart behind, while pledging his unconditional love to her and promising her that he would come back to her.   However, the boy was soon totally engulfed by his new lifestyle.  [...]

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October 14th, 2011 by Bhawna Atmaram

The story of the dog and the doormat

One day, a dog pounced on a doormat and started biting, clawing and kicking it.  After a few seconds of this slow torture, the doormat asked the dog to stop. “Why should I?” retorted the dog haughtily.  “You’re nothing but a doormat! Your job’s to shut up and bear with it, that’s all!” The doormat [...]

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October 14th, 2011 by Bhawna Atmaram