Thabaan Kabin

Hiding the sore eyes  and blaming the chilli, opening the jars and sneezing into them, counting hours and losing hair, swelling chests and shrinking inside, looking after and then looking away, choosing pink and feeling blue. So much to justify the three letters, when they only needed to walk beside and not ahead of anyone. |MEN WILL BE MEN| by Aparna

[click or tap on the image you want to view or download]  Peace & smiley face (draw) Art is a means of expressing things. Art styling is the complex labor that people in a natural way. It is special skill that needs long-term training to form. However, with one imaginative pursuit, it's easy to run out of mind! ( A girl holding red wine glass) About Sketcher: Rashmani Hemam is an aspirant artist, uses to create her drawings are colour, pen and graphite pencil and then goes over them with tenderness and unique designs and quality picture as that is her pride and joy. She likes to draw people, the human figure, traditional medium and people going their daily lives. Her sketches have a rough, edgy design that we love, she puts a lot of effort and self taught into her drawings. What we love: The use of simple drawing tools created a very distinct style. Rashmani hemam  drawing is very interesting and she clearly has wide range of artistic ta...

Image credit: pinterest My mother told me  That I was almost aborted. Her living situation when She had me was painful, But by then, it was too late. I am a product  of rejection  And bad timing. I'm trying to write myself  Towards a day  when I feel I deserve  to be alive  By choice,  Not chance. ******* About the author: Yashodhaan burage is an upcoming writer, a blogger and legal educator. At present, practicing as a lawyer in Bangalore High court. If you are looking for space to publish your literary work(s) kindly send your writing(s) to  bariambredeemson700@gmail.com

Thabaan Kabin : Grief |Poem| : Grief /Poem Image credit: https//www. image search.com This is how I have dealt  With grief most of my life  sharing it on pap...

Image credit: WWW.imagesearch20maii.com Love her like you would love a god; They tell me, But I have no patience  For a god who Does not talk back, And  Again, Unrequited love  Reminds me of my childhood; Embarrassing, Like a love letter Caught mid-air By the classroom teacher. Every time I love, It falls Into the wrong hands. If you are looking for space to express your views and share your poems are most welcome, comment below or write at bariambredeemson700@gmail.com

image source: www.manseacrh.com2019 I do not want to know, About the children, the women, or the animals. I do not want to know, If she or he or it or they were asking for it. I do not want to know, If they are dead, alive or dying. I do not want to know, Which race, religion, class or caste they're from. I want to shut my ears and make no sound, Bow my head and walk around. Because if I know, I will shatter, Shrink, dissolve, wither into nothingness. If I know, I cannot function, If I know, I'd want to un-know. -bryam If you have anything to share, comment below or write at  bariambredeemson700@gmail.com #Visit full profile by clicking the home button to know tittle more about the author.

Image credit:WWW.imagesearch105man.com. Thousand of faces with countless emotions Slower breaths: Faster gulps: Shallow eyes. The weight of emotions is heaviest at dark, The heaviness with absolute soberness. One two three four five... I count the steps and  mom didst the walk of life at the 20th. What separates us is a mere distance of 100 yards And layers of security Yet I don't feel as safe as in her arms. When dad in wishes of asking Perhaps, we travel a mile in evacuated safety Layers of silences There's fountain in valley of unsaid things, An ocean in our eyes swim the downcast. When I dusted my bookshelf Pages of nostalgia turned in my head. When I go out in the evening  I see places and I miss people  Layers of memories pile over me. Whoever I love Whomever I want always to be beside me Either I have to leave them or  They have left  Amidst a pool of people Layers of emptiness  ...