Pradipna Stories

December is like a flower . This poem brings out December in its full bloom.

In a not too distant future, we will exist as humans but with a soul made of digital veins. The blood in our body will be replaced by programmatic cells.

A few words of suffering Makes an entry to the stone heart With the purpose of tearing it apart An ensemble of emotions Accompanied with tears Makes every word an e...

A facade holding back the light Giving rise to many chronicles I hold my gaze and frame steady Later, will reminisce about the memory The smell of a new season The...