Literary Work

Literary Work

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‘You’re over-reacting’..’No one is going to take you seriously anymore’..’Can you please just chill?’. I am sure many of us have heard...

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I come from a country Where the wind will gently whistle across your face. A yellow sun That warms your skin to a bronze tan As...

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It is day 16 since the start of the Movement Control Order (MCO). We are in a very unprecedented time and if...

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You’re ruffling through an old album, dusty and disintegrating at the slightest touch. Something in you tells you to flip through and...

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It’s, again, another sunrise and another day. It’s, again, another repeated thought that is hauntingly and repeatedly wasting my day. It’s, again, another question...

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Midnight burns, glowing gold Outside a warm breeze bellows Hot touch leaving marks on glass Chasing away stray thoughts past     Tip dripping, spots blossoming Inkwell halved and...

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I often wonder about how my life would be  If we hadn’t met. If I didn’t notice your scent lingering  long after you had left...

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Day after day, after a long tiring day, all we do is surrender our bodies to our soft springy beds. Our eyes...

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(1st Place) My mother was a beautiful woman in her day. Even today at the age of 60 you could see the remnants...