POET'S PEN CIRCUMFERENCE Labyrinthine, this recurring circulation. Scaling the...
ILLUSIONS OF INTIMACY The air in Victor's apartment crackled, not with the hum of electricity, but...
ENDLESS LOVE A hand unfurls, reaching into the depths of the soul, In your oriental brown...
MOON FACE BEAUTY CONCEPTS Not into despair, but into the depths of the human spirit, where joy and...
FOREWORD We often strive to be "inspirational," but the truth is, we are already divine beings....
SHWETA’S LENSE: A STORY OF LOVE AND SURVIVAL IN THE WILD SANCTUARY The humid air hung thick and...
STONE OF LOVE Through igneous solidification A molten one I am a firestone ...
Ravi, a man whose meticulously combed hair often resembled a startled little bird, found his vision...
SHADOWS
The glare of the arc lights, usually a comfort, felt menacing. Maya, her directorial...
MOON FACE is a humble offering to the divine essence that resides within each of us, a reflection of the...
TOWARDS DARKNESS Life is towards darkness What is left over even otherwise? In this...
WHEN PRIYA LOST HER WALLET The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the Anjuna flea market,...
Family First, Passion Ignited Shweta Maurya embodies the spirit of living life to the fullest. Her...
WHEN SHADOWS FADE When shadows fade, and pathways blur, And doubt's cold fingers softly stir...
The grass was a splendid rich green carpet all over the valleys and fields all summer long. It was the...
