I dedicate this poem to widows of all martyrs. Their agonizing sacrifice is respected and honored from the depths of my soul. This poem takes you through emotions of love and patriotism of a strong selfless widow.
A surreal poetic vision of Craig Froman on cities and urban images - a Learning and Creativity Special commemorating US National Poetry Month 2015.
Archisha Bhatt, a VII Std. student muses over the four delightful seasons of the world and the bounties each of them bring for us.
Writers, poets and wordsmiths...! Contribute your poems for our special month in 'Learning and Creativity', dedicated to the National Poetry Month April 2015.
The undying desire to create a world away from the world of hate, to have hope in the future. A poem by Dr Ampat Koshy in National Poetry Month 2015 Special
"He always did that; ignored me, after he had a drunken night and some incidents of hitting. I think he felt ashamed of his behaviour, that’s why he kept silent."
Rhiti Bose's poignant short story chronicles an honest, seething account of a housewife's harrowing journey through domestic violence.
March 21st being International Poet’s Day, I am dedicating this work for all poets around the world.
In a seemingly liberal world of today, one that has moved far away from the confinement of Charu's world, men and women today have no restriction in mingling freely.
On International Women's Day, Learning and Creativity presents a poem by Maaya Dev that reveals the woman in her entirety, as the one who conceals the rhythm of all seasons.
I wrote this little poem for my younger daughter Sharanya (Rimli) in a bewildered mental state after she met with her first accident in her school.
What indeed puts the Queen of Thumri Shobha Gurtu in a class by herself are not merely the unique qualities of her warm sensuous voice which blends strength with suppleness and vigour with grace but also the associated aesthetic delight. She constantly communicated through music, by creating a joyful identity with nature and with the cosmos itself.
Samina De (Urmi), a noted classical thumri singer and a devoted disciple of Shobha Gurtu pays a heartfelt tribute to her 'Guruma' on the occasion of the legendary thumri exponent's birth anniversary today.
Greetings to all our friends on Republic Day! We present a touching story on patriotism and faith on the occasion of Republic Day by Ramendra Kumar.
Johny was around fifty years of age, tall, with thick grey hair and an athletic body. He was clad in a white shirt and formal blue trousers.
I have witnessed almost all of it, the unsung glory of a writer in a business setting, the doubtful eyes of friends and relatives who did never quite understand why I kept changing workplaces for more creative freedom, who still do not understand, or, now that I am married and have kids, do not bother what I do for a living.
The true spirit of Christmas is in giving and sharing. It is in showing love and kindness. A beautiful short story on the festive occasion of Christmas.
But then the addiction started kicking in. She was now expecting high marks after every test, and eagerly awaiting the verdict of amount she earned.
"...it just slips out that you are a greater expert at puddle-jumping than I...” Read this lovely children's story by Ramendra Kumar about a boy who loved puddles, published on the occasion of Children's Day.
The four dragons’ love for mankind is not a story... Inspired from a Chinese story-poem, this poem recounts a beautiful legend of kindness and compassion.
I had two friends Ami and Iam with whom I played and conversed on the vast canvas.
Bearing dark blood all over the glowing soul
I credited to me, own the hues of humanity.
There is boredom
in the bordello
filled with broken
fragrances
of waiting gun powder
and desolate embers –
I pick up the repeater
and send
straight through
my left ear...
With a poof of breath, he got rid of the dust on it and set it on the floor for me to see. It was a typewriter alright. Only, it seemed haunted to me.
Aamir Khan's decisive contribution to the society would be from the Satyamev Jayate 3 television series, only if the society sits up to notice it.
It is a matter of great pride for every Indian that Kaliash Satyarthi has won the most coveted award The Nobel Peace Prize for his work in probably the most significant area impacting human civilisation: Children's Rights. Satyarthi shares the prize with Malala Yousafzai, the Pakistani female education activist and together they turned the world's attention towards the crying need of millions of children for education and freedom from exploitation.
Learning and Creativity too in a modest way has been working towards filling up the world of its young and innocent readers with the hues of learning and the colours of creativity.
While congratulating the modern messiahs of children on the rare honour bestowed on these two luminous activists, we present an article on Children's Right written by children's writer Ramendra Kumar.
Ramendra Kumar, author of Effective Parenting: A New Paradigm recounts and revisits his years of bringing up his son, a pocket-sized dynamo, a bundle of joy.
On the occasion of National Sports Day 2014, we remember one of India's greatest heroes who cemented India's position as the undisputed international hockey champ at a time when Independence was still a dream. Dhyan Chand, the greatest hockey player India has ever produced was a genius, whose fame transcended national boundaries.
You add a smile to your lips when you create one for others,
And subtract a many, when because of you, on someone pain showers.
Like every other person on this Earth, she also started her journey on a day which she celebrates as her birthday every year.
On the occasion of India's Independence Day, Learning and Creativity presents a special short story by Ramendra Kumar on the true essence of patriotism.
Kashyap reminded us all that 90% of the people we hang around with are never happy at our successes and only await us to fall.
A regular metro ride becomes an eye-opener when an African family gives the writer a glimpse into the oneness of humankind.
Major Tiger tried his best to fight back the tears welling up in his eyes but he couldn't. The crumpled paper in his hand was wet as he read it again and again...
L&C's Short Stories Contest (Anthology) Results Declared. Winning entries to be published as ebook.
At the slightest opportunity he would slip into the bathroom or the tank in the garden, get thoroughly wet and then charge at everything and everyone in sight.
The song is marvelously penned down in a broken dialect (of Sanskrit, Hindi, Maithili, Brajabuli and Bangla) and allows one to find resemblances with Bhanusingher Padabali.
Ek Villain's stupendous box office success has puzzled me on how a movie with all the wrong messages can work so well with the Indian audience.
We are warriors of light; we believe in miracles and hence miracles begin to happen.” We are INVINCIBLE. Yes, you too!
This is the moment I need
Again and again
This is the moment I seek
Again and again.
I ensconced myself with parlous disheartenment
Cursing my destiny; I resolved to look high and low for a spare door
There should have been a miracle in his life,
Like an apple cut without using a knife.
I know that girl
Who is walking towards her own doom
On her own will.
Strange girl she is,
A known stranger of mine…
I had seen her iconic eyes,
But not the tears welled...
We can’t and should not expect a cruel society to be a benefactor to our own kids when parents themselves are touching the new lows of parenthood.
A dim light shone in her room. He heard sounds of sobs. The whole family had gathered around his daughter’s bed. He pushed everyone along the way.
I wonder how many of today’s children are fortunate to have experienced this pleasure – the unadulterated joy of listening to stories.
As nights passed, I tried everything to win Ankita’s confidence: doing callisthenics, making faces, creating sounds and even yodelling. The result was the same. She would just howl...
Father's Day Special Stories: Parents are often unaware how their behaviour impacts their kids.
I first saw her when I was in Rome in front of that ‘fountain’; now they say if you make a wish and throw a coin in the fountain, it comes true.
Amit was a tall handsome guy, who was not only the heartthrob among his relatives but friends and college professors also. He had an attitude to win, and he was always a winner...
Like every other girl, I dreamt of my perfect man. The only difference was I didn't dream to live my life with him.
Writing about love and beauty, roses and tulips is a form of escapism, in which the modern poet rarely indulges.
A beautiful poem for daughter by her father that reminiscences his joyful journey with her through life.
Even when my mind is aflame
and soul afire
even when I walk on
the sharp edge of life
you hang like silver smiles
on my lips.
Even when I wonder I’ve forgotten
my abode
in...
A beautiful poem on our eternal thirst to drink the nectar of life and experience the intoxication of being alive in this world.
Once we as humans start feeling for global wellness, poverty will start getting reduced.
Last few dusks
I sneaked into to the pearly rain falls
lapping, soaking onto the soil
on the rims of the yearning shrubberies
tapped by the sunny annexes
of intermittent,...
It was then that he remembered a Telugu saying 'Even a baby crow, to its mother, appears cute.' A touching story of a mother's love for Mother's Day by Ramendra Kumar.
Each one of us is given 1,440 minutes or 86,400 seconds each day. And this figure has remained the same since time immemorial. Two minute noodles, instant coffee, instant knowledge and even instant nirvana are all being offered off the counter.
Though I know,
Some things are never to be forgotten
And some scars are to be kept alive.
The negative voting has been recognised by many nations. Many countries practise it. This is in vogue in different terminologies in different countries. In Spain and Columbia it is vote en blanco. In the US State of Nevada it is none of these candidates. In Bangladesh it is na vote.
We all were childlike once. We all possessed these wondrous qualities like unconditional love, trust, playfulness and simplicity. Somewhere on the road to adulthood we have shed these childlike virtues and adopted fear, mistrust, prejudice, doubt and selfishness.
They would never know that it was I who taught him to utter his first word ‘maa’. I encouraged him to say it “mmmmaa…” He looked carefully at me and repeated the word.
Short stories about love: Two Losses is a story by Jagjeet Kaur about love, its wins and its losses.
The very next day, at the stroke of seven, Daniel was out on the road for this dismal job of cocaine transfer.
On the occasion of International Women's Day, Ramendra Kumar dedicates a poem to the most important woman in his life...
Poet Swadesh Sen passed away on March 6, 2014. Amitava Nag remembers him as one of those bridges between the fluidic ornamentation of the 70's and the grounded post-modernist of the 90's.
Should she dress-up more smartly? Has she taken their relationship for granted? Should she confront him about his indifference?...
It is a difficult task to pick any one literary character among the numerous who swim around my head; signify some part of my life or the other.
Spring the season of love
As ordained by Mother Nature,
Was holding in its thrall
Almost every creature.
A year later I found that Aryan did not need any mentoring. He had succeeding in imparting ‘Obedience Training’ to all of us. When he took us for a walk he decided when to stop, when to start, which street and which road to take.
At one corner, like the jewel in the crown resides the Little Magazine pavilion.
I imagined myself letting out a shriek, my eyes behaving like a blinking tube-light to control the damage, to avoid the dog and to escape him somehow.
The once strong walls have now knelt down,
Turned into ruins, the beautiful nest where I’ve grown.
As far as my Father was concerned, fox hunting was music to his ears. In a pack of six or eight hounds, he could tell by their bark and wail, which dog was in the lead.
“Oh you mean, the elevator? It’s stuck. Must be a power cut,” Sandip said and asked again, “Are you ill?”
Every Calcuttan knew by now that come sunset the city’s teeming streets turned into battlegrounds and men were killed and abducted to score points in a bloody political game. It was called revolution!
The field is a death maze for even the bold,
A missed step, a stumble and men hurtle down.
Just a seed planted by your apple
Has grown beyond the horizons
Into an orchard of the sweet fruit
Satyajit Ray used to invite criticism in the most vitriolic terms. From comments he would glean out sufficient inspiration so that his finished product would be a masterpiece.
A touching short story by Amitendu Palit about a young boy and his tryst with his newly bought T-shirt.
A friend asked me once why I liked sunsets especially when they herald darkness. He hated them.
World hunger is a formidable sign of world poverty. Poverty leads to hunger.
For Indian writers settled in the West, writing in English is possibly the only option. And a convenient one too.
Place me in a widest meadow, Ere a broadest crimson horizon!... Read this beautiful poem on the sunset of life
Is Santa for real? That, alas, is a question that is being posed by a large number of children. In fact the age of disillusionment with faith is setting in earlier than noticed, heretofore.
Poems about family: Spent my childhood days with you...Would like to cherish those golden moments...
The Jaipur Literature Festival (JLF) – international literature event and the largest literary festival in Asia-Pacific – is scheduled to be held between January 17-21.
The diamond nose-pin had lost all its glamour. Pattu was ready to forego anything, if only she could save her husband.
