Sunday Talks

Sunday Shayari by Srimayee Mukherjee

Kabhi na kabhi phir se humare raste takraenge toh zarur Kabhi na kabhi tum humse miloge toh zarur Zaruri toh nhi woh mul...

The interim phase between a holiday and the resting period just before the starting of the working hours, is really blis...

We couldn’t say We are not being able to tell Each other What we want to Either you or me It ‘s important that we get t...

The Autumn Grace and Madness For Terror is Thy name, Death is in Thy breath, And every shaking step Destroys a world for...

Nature's Pupil Blue sky teaches me To be courteous and kind. Mountain instructs me To be righteous and upright. Flower r...

POETRY I try and try, every night I try Oh poetry! Why do you deny? No muse am I to seek, no divinely shower But the shi...

She was lost in the tunnel of fears Like floating clouds in the infinite sky; Searching for vibrant colours In the endle...

WHAT IS MY LIFE? My life is something Something which is special Special because it is mine Mine so I get to do Do every...

You remember her just like another name Which ran along the lane with some random faces And someone told me that LOVE is...

She too had a dream: My identity is always considered as secondary. When I try to express, they say its arbitrary. I acc...