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"To photograph is to hold one's breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It's at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy”- Henri Cartier Bresson.
That ...
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Punjabi poem written and recited by Jaswant Zafar
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Bhagat Singh
When my grandfather was born you were twelve years old
Saluting with reverence
The sacred soil of Jallianwala
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A.W. Sprague II in his own words:
A childhood fascination for art blossomed while growing up in a home filled with picture rich books for the moulding of young minds; children's encyclopedias of knowledge, art and science, books whi...
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Brian K.Henry
"Behold the palpitating near-orbs of those magnificent jellies!"
Commander Mayfield stared out at the Sea of Impatience with the ecstatic gaze of a young boy in possession of his first yo-yo. Swimming toward the shore in disci...
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Bharat Parmar is an amateur photographer.
He says his work is a reflection of the environment he surrounds himself with. He prefers the soothing and calming natural environs to the urban jungles.
Photography is a medium to capture his vision of /...
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Autar Mota
Autar Mota works in a public sector bank and is fond reading and writing. He writes poetry in Kashmiri and Hindi and spends his free time reading and translating poetry.
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Priya V.K. Singh
life is beautiful "access granted" labelled savor those moments
as darkness descends retreat into your cocoon monsters rule the hour
put away your wings shed all your brilliant hues they hunt sans remorse
b...
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Kavita Malviya is a Hindi educator and it is her firm belief that writing should be compulsory for every one to increase the number of sensitive and beautiful people on this earth.
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Devesh Mathria
Read this in Devnagri
E andleeb e jaan
Aa
Aa tujhe iss jism e zinda se
Kar dun riha
Ja dehar mein
Ja sahan mein
Jaa ke imli ka shajar
Baanh failaye kab se tujhe hi dhundta hai
Chodh ye ...
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Devesh Matharia
Read this in Devnagri
Thehro, Mallala
Thehro ke abhi ye neem tareek shabby aur siyaah hogi
Zulmatt ki kivadein khurshid ki shafaq rokengi
Abhi ye ujala chanak ke tootega tumhare aangan mein
Kayi mabood housle tumha...
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Yorgo Douramarcos
It was a small building, low standing and obscured by shadows from malevolent towers, a seething human economy. It sat beneath in the kind of area where time and tense don't mean much. Loss and gain might churn and com...
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Mariam Karim Ahalwat
Read this in Devnagri
basti mein
jahan bhar ki tanhai ke mand saanp
naaliyon mein reingtey hain
basti mein subah
kaynaat ki bebasi ka dhuaan
uth raha hai gharon se
syah ghoongaron mein...subah
basti mei...
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Read this in Devnagri
Mariam Karim Ahalwat
kaam se aakar shaam ko
ghar mein ghusta hoon
toh sar ladta hai chhat se
nazar takraati hai
deewar ke dhabbon se
phati chaadar se, tootey aainey se
soti bacchi se, jo ladka na hui.
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Huzaifa Pandit
Green is the color of memory
speckled with shades
of yellow grey
that walks along the
twisted road
that leads to the
weedy lake
choked by depth
and silent land
murmuring in silent
still watery pain
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Read this in Devnagri
Shantiveer Kaul
Chaand mein baithi budhiyaa charkha kaat rahi hai Rooyi ke gaalay mein atka sapna koi Sapnay mein ghar aangan rishta Ghar tak jaati kayee dishaayein Ghar se nikalta ek safarnama pahle ka Chhat par bikhray kanc...
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Hisham M Nazer is a poet and a student of Literature, based in Bangladesh.
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Sualeh Keen
Telephone Scatologia
Gloved digital-bleeps doorbell his galvanised hold He visits Her again, behind the perforated receiver Like in a hyperspace séance with silicon ghosts Of safe-sexing virile viruses in protein armour. Worm-...
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Sunita Ticku
(Editor’s note- Arabic text for this poem not available)
Sochti hun zindagi ik intezaar ke siva kuch bhi nahin,
chand lamhoun pe kiye eytbaar ke siva kuch bhi nahin !
raat ke siyah peyrhan ka chir ke d...
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Sunita Ticku
(Editor’s note- Arabic text for this poem not available)
Pyaas hi pyaas hai dil mein
Aur pyaas hi pyaas hai aankhoun mein
Pyaasa din hai, pyaasi raat
pyaasay pyaasay hain jazbaat !
Pyaasay hontthoun se lipti, sehm...
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Dr. A.V. Koshy
"A dog at my father's funeral" with its symbolic beginning and slightly sardonic tone, is arresting.
"A black dog with a white spot on his forehead
sauntered in brushing the knees of the mourners
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