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প্রহর(PRAHARA)(TIME)

SinchanBanerjee

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Reads 82
Votes 6
Parts 8
Time 9m

SinchanBanerjee

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It's not a story,it's a bunch of poems. Each poem describes a particular time of a day. According to "VEDAS",a full day has 8 total parts.They are called "PRAHARA".Each of them consits 3 hours of time.4 of them are in the part of "DINACHARIYA"(Day time) and other 4 are of "RATRICHARIYA"(Night time).
   Besides,every poem style is different than each other. Cause we can describe things with the help of different type,style,tradition,rituals and many more for a particular thing,to make sequence more perfect and touchy. That's why I studied about many traditional facts,rituals,contries and more to get the specimen for to apply here to make it feel the best as much as possible for me. So u can find vibes of many different countries, religions etc etc different in each of them.
    So here are those poems by which I tried to uphold the vibes of different times of a full day.All Rights Reserved

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Letters of the Unknown || SwaSan by starlitmuse

It was a quiet evening, the kind that felt suspended in time. I was sitting alone on the Ghat of the Ganga, where the world seemed to fall away, leaving me with nothing but the sound of the river and the soft rustling of leaves. The evening air was cool, carrying a faint scent of earth and water. No one came here, and that's why I liked it. It was my moment of solitude, my moment to think. As I sat, I found myself lost in a thought I often wondered about-what is love, really? What does it feel like? Is it just a fleeting rush of emotions, a spark of passion that fades with time? Or is it something deeper, something timeless that lives beyond the moments of life we know? And then, something caught my eye. A couple, walking hand in hand by the riverbank, their steps slow and in sync. Their silence was profound, but there was a conversation happening in the space between them-one that didn't need words. Their eyes spoke volumes, telling a story of something much larger than what they were. It wasn't just love; it was destiny. As I watched them, I realized that they weren't just together for this life; they were destined to be together across many lifetimes. In their gazes, I could feel the weight of time-how their love wasn't bound by the confines of one birth. No, this was love that had spanned the ages, something that would live on long after their bodies had returned to the earth. It was written in the stars, sealed by fate. Their presence, so quiet yet so full of meaning, reminded me of the story I'd been chasing-a story of souls bound together through time, of love that couldn't be erased, even by the greatest of obstacles. As I sat there, I realized I had found the heart of the story I needed to tell. It wasn't just about the people; it was about the journey, the connection, and the love that survives everything-even time itself.

The Twisted Tales by LuciferKreuger

A place where true love expires, good people get fired and beings are nothing but dust. Where stalkers are heroes, society makes zeroes and madness is not in the crust. Some people are killers, and that's just the pillars of what is essentially rust. When you feel you are mad, but that isn't so bad in a world that is oh so unjust. They'll kill you by car, or from quite afar in a world where all life is fleeting. Don't try to protect, you'll just end up wrecked, for you know their hearts are not beating. They'll kill you my sweet, and not drop a beat, for my story is only just heating. Power means all, even more for the small, but power has a habit of retreating. The bodies mount up, many lives will breakup, as I'm here to just tell a story. Don't look in the hill, though it is quite a thrill, I've heard it can get quite gory. Don't play with the heart, and don't think you're too smart, or you'll die with none of the glory. All are mad from the start, but you played your part, in the world of pure purgatory. Alas look a ghost, be careful you're not toast, you must want to see what I see. Society is ruthless, protection is fruitless, for in madness is when you are free. Perfection is dead, from the wounds we all bled, a cruel fate we did not foresee. While outsiders are safer, if only by a wafer, you can still hear them utter a plea. Now my story is frightening, but oh so inviting, so come now and give it a whirl. I can promise some danger, so don't be a stranger, watch now - we will see it unfurl.

Another Chance for Lives by tednini

Karna and Draupadi. A story for many who wanted another chance for Karna and Draupadi. What if the Gods decides to give them another chance? What will happen if there was just a little bit of difference in time. Another chance for people to make right decision. They say your whole life splashes in front of your eyes just before you die. But the chances you didn't take, a chance that could alter your whole life, that chance will run after you even in your death. Question you why you didn't take them. The plot of the story starts for when the Trilok, Bramha, Vishnu, Maheshwar and all the Gods and Goddesses sees what the future holds for the Kuru dynasty and the people of Hastinapur. In the future, Mahabhart war ends and many suffers because of a family. The citizens who lost their lives, the widows, the orphans and Draupadi's mourning. The gods have decided to give them a chance but Surya Dev couldn't watch his son Karna suffers more so he comes to ask him if he also wants to be a not part of it. So with the boon he got from Bramha for all his penance, Surya Dev talks to Karna's soul after he dies in the war. He shows Karna a vision of what will happen and ask him if he actually wants to be a part of it. For once he goes back, he will wake up many years before he dies and won't know what will happen or rember this is another chance, and many events already happened. But his heart thats been wounded multiple times aches for Draupadi and he decides to come anyway, determined to change his life along with hers. He will wake up after a year of Lacsha garh but his soul will be much older. Purely fictional.

Not so Love by Ash_Vn

A man speaks up. I'm Rajeev. I don't know why I am telling you this but you should hear this. You are the correct person who can understand this. This is a story about a family. Every life is a story and every person is a character. And the human mind has different shades. What if different shades if one mind come as different person, yes this story is about that. It's about a hard life like yours. Life is not about winning or losing, it's about leading. It's about committing and correcting mistakes. It's about leaping and learning. It's about odd and even. It's about you. Don't think much. You will understand this when the story gets over. Remember one thing. Being good is the safest role to play. Be good and do good. I am also a part of this story but not a bigger part. so the bigger part is Ankit. He is the same as you and me. Good looking, loving and happy, normal man. Rithik, who told perfect doesn't exist? He is perfect. Like a part of our brain wants us to be right? Perfect. Rich, responsible, handsome and disciplined. Tara, everyone dreams to be a saviour. She is one. oh, wait! What if she is not? I don't know. only you can tell that. You are the listener right. At last suhana, she is us. A girl who dreams and try to achieve that. We all have motives and what extent you would go to attain that? Beyond extent? Come on this is survival of the fittest and people can go beyond any extent. Yes, it is bad. Suhana is bad and its okay cause everyone is bad. Either always or of a sudden. So let's not waste more time is the description and quickly, let me tell you the horrific tragedy of one bad decision.

The Five Stages of Transition: From deception to liberty by TimosKamvysis

The miracle is present, next to and within you. The miracle is you. When you write poetry you hide in a bottle a message written on paper. Then you ship it in the ocean and you let it travel across the world. One day, somebody may graciously find it below a steep rock on the beach and be curious enough to open it. Then he will read the message enclosed. For poetry time is irrelevant and to be specific this poetry has defied time and difficulties. The first chapter 'Crash the Idols' is a sociological approach in the poetry of the dogma, VERITAS (Latin meaning of truth), and images that society encourages people to believe. Are these true, do they have any meaning at all? Or they are just hallucinations of the society of consumption? The second chapter 'The transformations of Vishnu' is a reference to the changes of Vishnu into different forms and existences according to Indian scripts. We are subject to a continuous and ruthless change, since the time we were born. This change is considered a determining factor of survivorship. The 'Myth story of an adventurer' is wandering in the ascetic communities of Mount Athos with a history of more than 1000 years. The incessant seeking of light and freedom is a driving force of interpreting modern life with a more charismatic byzantine approach, in regards to philosophy and theology. 'Dialogues of Despair' is a modern song of songs, where contradictory powers clash and the winner is thirst. Thirst for life and Thirst for Knowledge. Thirst of Love and Thirst for Sacrifice. 'The Silent Time of mysticism' is about the inexplicable echo of our memories, our faith, our emotions, and death right in the corner. The understanding of our Being is an understanding of the Collective Being and contribution to that.

DHRUVTARA 2.O: THE UNFOLDING OF TRUTHS by RahiSharma2721

DhruvTara couldn't complete their lovestory in their previous birth cuz love lost but hurdles won due to the curse of Navrangvan.To complete their lovestory DhruvTara are reincarnated on earth that too in the same century i.e. 19th century after their tragic ending of them while travelling to 21st century from 17th century with their son, Shaurya.DhruvTara's love is so ambitious that they became stars for real only to come back on earth and complete their love story with the help of their sarthi, Kanha ji.A boy of around 6 years who died in a storm revives when Dhruv's soul is teleported into him and a baby girl of around 4 months who gets back her life after Tara's soul is teleported into her.A star mark from where the soul entered the body has been made on each other's body. The boy has the star mark on his chest and these star marks would further help them to recognise each other. Previously Dhruv was a neurosurgeon in the 21st century who was extremely modest by nature and belonged to a middle class family but here Dhruv2.O belongs to a rich family and is somehow different as he has a trauma as his father remarried just 100 days after his mother died which makes himself behave sometimes like a spoiled brat who drinks.He longs for someone to understand his feelings. On the other hand Tara previously was a gorgeous princess of the 17th century in vallabhgarh who always got respect from everyone but hereTara 2.O is a poor village girl who despite of having a fair skin tone gets humiliated both from home and outside for that black time which is not even real. In this ff you'll see how they both gradually fell in love and then how some truths of their past unfolded.

Mahabharats Unknown Mistress by Rubaloshyne

The greenish-blue orbs stared at the group gathering below as she hide behind the curtain watching the crowd. Maharishi, gurus, yogis from all over were sitting infront if the large fire chanting the sacred mantras. Her kohl drawn eyes widened as she let out a gasp,stumbling behind. Her face turned into a rosy flush as a strong hand gripped her shoulders, preventing her from falling down. " Brother...I," She began, blushing brightly as the man placed his finger on her pale lips before walking past her. She pouted and elbowed his ribs, peering from behind him. " I want to see! What's so special ?" She huffed,crossing her hands over her chest as she pouted. " Curiosity Killed the Cat...Come along...if Maharaj found us sneaking around...he would be extremely displeased," The handsome man said as he gripped her hand firmly and dragged her away. She turned her face and sighed seeing Maharaj Draupad face beaming with pride and happiness as he loudly proclaimed that Lord Shiva has blessed him and the entire Panchal nation. " Will he ever look at me like that?," she asked in a forlorn tone causing the elder man to sigh and wrap his arms around her. " I hope not! You my little one deserves more than his desire for revenge," Satyajit said as he pat her shoulder. ****************************************** Aaratrika's life changed the moment her parents conducted the yagna. She became the forgotten princess of Panchal in the awakening of Panchali. Torn apart between her feelings with Hastinapur's crown prince's, she must decide if Duryodhan is worth her father's wrath or is her feelings for Yusdhistir worth her sister's marriage. Rewritten from my original story which I took down due to some personal issues. Aaratrika...Princess...Queen...most importantly Mahabharata's Unknown Mistress...the woman who watched every plot...scheme's...and idea and yet remain behind the shadows never to be known.

Short Stories/Orginal by poxilily

These are all stories I came up with, some are finished and some aren't. I may complete some later on, maybe. You may notice my writing has more description than plot, I do that on purpose to give a poetry yet still story effect on my writing. I'm open to constructive criticism but if you are cursing at me and informally speaking then I'm not going to listen to you, thank you for reading my description! (: PS; most of these are driven by individual feelings yet exaggerated (that's where the vibe of poetry comes in)

"mending bonds", the union duology, book 1✔️ by HariVandita

cover credits, @prapti_1234 Editor @mrilina *under editing, just correcting the spelling errors, do read if you've no problem with it* mending bonds, the union duology, book 1. mahabharata, the gratest spiritual epic of all time. things happened in the epic, that still happens in the world. would it have been grate if a union prevented the epic from happening again? *** what if 2 unexpected persons heard about karna's trueth, after the rang bhoomi event, , "duryodhana, karna's best friend, and arjun, karna's arch enimy? would they be enemys, at all? what if our natkhat kanha decides to make his appearance in the kalapradarshan event when karna's being insulted? would everything be fine? ? would the bonds be mended? would the pandavas and the kauravas be one and together? what about mamanshri shakuni? this is the first book of the union duology, where the bonds between brothers would be mended. . if karn would be saved? if kunti would gather courage to speak the trueth of her firstborn? would radha ma accept this? find out for yourselves please note. this story is just a figment of the author's imagination. please, don't see it any other way round, like me Defaming an epic i respect and admire the most.

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Letters of the Unknown || SwaSan

It was a quiet evening, the kind that felt suspended in time. I was sitting alone on the Ghat of the Ganga, where the world seemed to fall away, leaving me with nothing but the sound of the river and the soft rustling of leaves. The evening air was cool, carrying a faint scent of earth and water. No one came here, and that's why I liked it. It was my moment of solitude, my moment to think. As I sat, I found myself lost in a thought I often wondered about-what is love, really? What does it feel like? Is it just a fleeting rush of emotions, a spark of passion that fades with time? Or is it something deeper, something timeless that lives beyond the moments of life we know? And then, something caught my eye. A couple, walking hand in hand by the riverbank, their steps slow and in sync. Their silence was profound, but there was a conversation happening in the space between them-one that didn't need words. Their eyes spoke volumes, telling a story of something much larger than what they were. It wasn't just love; it was destiny. As I watched them, I realized that they weren't just together for this life; they were destined to be together across many lifetimes. In their gazes, I could feel the weight of time-how their love wasn't bound by the confines of one birth. No, this was love that had spanned the ages, something that would live on long after their bodies had returned to the earth. It was written in the stars, sealed by fate. Their presence, so quiet yet so full of meaning, reminded me of the story I'd been chasing-a story of souls bound together through time, of love that couldn't be erased, even by the greatest of obstacles. As I sat there, I realized I had found the heart of the story I needed to tell. It wasn't just about the people; it was about the journey, the connection, and the love that survives everything-even time itself.