The Door
Escaping through the traverse of the ever flourishing mustard field, her tired soles no more feel the rough texture of the rolling dry...
Metaphors of life
Nandini Sengupta-Specializes in writing poetry, articles, and short stories. A dreamer, nature lover, and avid reader.
Writing is the painting of the voice
India
The Door
For hundred years
Bubble
A Date with Life
A Poem
Breaking Free
Offering
Dance of creation
Sandy tales (part 2)
Sandy tales (Part 1)
Lore of thy song
Freedom of Silence
The Incognito
The deserted house
Therefore, I am
If stars were candies
The black boat
Spring Delights