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  Zendagi Migzara - Rahim Khan's Last Journey

  

  By AugustSummerFling, Chennai, India

  'Zendagi Migzara. Life goes on'. I heard myself mutter, carefully folding the thin sheet into half. I slipped it into a long brown envelope along with the keys. Like the wandering seeds of the spring's dandelion, the gusts of life had blown me far far away from my motherland, my watan...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Umbrella

  

  By AugustSummerFling, Chennai, India

  Happiness rains from the sunny azure sky. 'Still friends?' His words stench the pleasant air, Diffusing toxicity into her heart. 'I guess so.' She buries her face with a dead smile. Her breath felt heavy, Like an anchor heaved on and off board. His lips flicker in a...
• Fiction > Romance
  The Memory Thief

  

  By AugustSummerFling, Chennai, India

  The clouds wove together on the lush evening sky like the long train of a bridesmaid's pink chiffon dress, trailing all the way into the golden sunset, etched in the middle of the glistening ocean. Cool breeze frolicked the deck of the ship, playfully ruffling light skirts and fumbling through ...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Tabby Cat

  

  By AugustSummerFling, Chennai, India

  Saturday was not a good day. Saturday meant dreary rehearsals. Saturday meant going over a long list of things that she didn't have. Saturday meant dishing out the little money that she had saved all week. Saturday meant all the dreadful things tightly zipped together. For Maya, life was not...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Little Pageant Queen

  

  By AugustSummerFling, Chennai, India

  Tying her own shoelace isn't her piece of cake, But strutting in those high heels is her cup of tea! She smiles and pouts and waves and poses, Swathed in enough sparkles to sink the stars. Her innocence is carefully tucked behind her ears, Hidden by an array of bangs and extensions That...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Withdrawal Syndrome

  

  By AugustSummerFling, Chennai, India

  Yes, I'm high. But not on coke or marijuana or heroin. I'm high on all these black lettered words, Sprawled generously on the papers and boards. Yes, I hallucinate. But not the type in which you lose your head. I see Harry Potter, Alice and Scarlett O'Hara dueling the Red Qu...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Vending Machine

  

  By AugustSummerFling, Chennai, India

  In the wet blackness, Stood a vending machine, Its light glowing brightly as ever, Dutifully flaunting rows of canned drinks To the bellowing winds and icy water, Shunned by the rainy night, Like a cringing salesman With a door in his face....
• Poetry > Haiku
  Broken Promise

  

  By AugustSummerFling, Chennai, India

  One more promise drips Down your lips, falls and splashes My face like wet mud....
• Poetry > Haiku
  The Baby Smile

  

  By AugustSummerFling, Chennai, India

  Innocence dribbles Out of her smile and falls on Ego-stricken hearts....
• Poetry > Haiku
  Sound of Birth

  

  By AugustSummerFling, Chennai, India

  Her pain fraught scream hits New high decibels, joined By her son's first cry....
• Poetry > Haiku
  Fairy Tale of Murder

  

  By AugustSummerFling, Chennai, India

  Once upon a time, The moon absconded from the Sky, trusting the stars. A pretty maiden Stood by the chiseled window, Portraying the night. The bloodshot eyes gleamed In the unnoticed darkness, Like the Big Bad Wolf's. Her pink lips had lied; Unlike Pinocchio's Sins, Her no...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Dear First Best Friend

  

  By AugustSummerFling, Chennai, India

  Dear First Best Friend, Remember, how we used to play for hours and hours in your backyard?  You were my first best friend. In my life, I have made a only a very few best friends and I keep losing all of them very quickly to my competitor, time.  I have no memories of when and how we fir...
• Poetry > Haiku
  Suicide Story

  

  By AugustSummerFling, Chennai, India

  So adrenaline Holds your brain hostage. You slit. End of the story....
• Poetry > Haiku
  Magnets And Circles

  

  By AugustSummerFling, Chennai, India

  We are like magnets. Cut us thousand times; we still Stay put like the poles. We are like circles. A tweak spells infinity, With no start, no end....
• Poetry > Haiku
  Designer Rain

  

  By AugustSummerFling, Chennai, India

  Heavens burst and the Raindrops paint pretty polka Dots on open hands....
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Yellow Room

  

  By AugustSummerFling, Chennai, India

  Soft golden hue paints her face, Camouflages the sorrow, Clinging to the corner of her thin lips, Weary of wearing the complaisant smile of evanescent comfort. She sits by the child's bed, Her tired hand runs through its shiny brown hair, Whose luster slowly fades away with every passin...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  A Lovelier Sunrise

  

  By AugustSummerFling, Chennai, India

  When the first ray of the waking sun Penetrates the tranquil dew drop, Dwelling on the jade leaf of a beautiful red rose, Your cherubic face will hover, Blushing baby pink over the flower... A lovelier sunrise in Kashmir; And in those exotic eyes of yours, I behold the very sun; Glowing glor...
• Fiction > Fan Fiction
  Mockingjay - Epilogue - Part 1

  

  By AugustSummerFling, Chennai, India

  After a despairing winter comes a joyful spring that gives life to the bright yellow dandelion that means life instead of destruction. That’s what my mother keeps telling me. But the scars of the snowstorm do not completely disappear and the faint vestiges remain forever. Still, life goes on. She ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  R.M.S.Titanic

  

  By AugustSummerFling, Yokohma-Shi, Japan

  R.M.S.Titanic... They called it the Ship of Dreams, it sailed along like a tranquil reverie. Some said it'll reach the States, some questioned it's destiny. The dreaded night arrived at last. A powerful hand, a Demon's hand struck the sailing vessel, crushed it from the inside out...