Poem Analysis MY CHILD Cry not my child When I am no more Into the mud where I...
SHWETA MAURYA’S GLITTERING PRESENCE AT BANGALORE TIMES FOOD AND NIGHTLIFE GATHERING 2024 BY...
LIFE REFLECTIONS Looking back at the past 10-15 years fills her with immense pleasure as she...
SHWETA MAURYA’S PASSION Shweta Maurya, a fervent individual driven by her passions, finds herself...
In the vibrant tapestry of Shweta Maurya's life story, Goa emerges as a breathtaking chapter, woven with...
RHYTHMIC BEATS The rhythmic beats of the folk dance echoed in Shweta Maurya's memories, like a...
Maria sat alone in her dimly lit bedroom, the soft glow of her laptop screen casting shadows across her...
Like any other forms of arts, poetry can take many forms, and be undertaken for many different reasons. A...
In the enchanting town of Serenity Springs, where the scent of wildflowers danced on the breeze and the...
RUNNING MELODIES: EXCELLENCE WITH SHWETA MAURYA The organizers are much delighted to unveil the...
You were sitting there lighting up the place. The full moon of the night was watching you from afar. A lot...
The concept of the soul and the afterlife is deeply ingrained in various cultures and religions. The soul...
To whom I love
I am sitting on my bed, writing this to you. I have so many things to say to...
I met the bird on my way home today. Although, I cannot say which way I was going. The road...
Unbeknownst to me, an unpleasant surprise awaited me that fateful October morning, a couple dozen plus...
Soon after mine eyes shut tight, thence a deep sleep-induced reverie evoked the following imaginative...
