Arpan is a Travel Blogger and a Professional Freelance Writer.
No matter if it is,
A very huge bungalow,
Or near the tall tree,
A little bunny's burrow.
Made of sticks and leaves,
By Arpan Das8 months ago in Poets
"Charlie! I won't address you once more. I need you to stop prodding your younger sibling. "
"Whatever, Mama, she kicks my marbles every time she goes by!"
By Arpan Das9 months ago in Fiction
on the horizon to the east
there lies a mystery
infactuating the greeds.
dont u dare to think of it.
it welcomes you but no one leaves
By Arpan Das9 months ago in Poets
There was a young fellow in a city
Who was very simple but steady .
He nurtured a sweet dream inside
That he would find his lady love .
It was a summer's midnight,
I was sleeping, suddenly woke up by a beam of light!
There was noise. People were running, shouting;
She was like floating music,
Talking to her was sublimity.
She was like spring in seasons,
Staying with her was juvenility.
When you ask, "Do you love me... dear?"
I wonder. I don't have words to deliver.
Though I am in love... for sure,
But there is some reluctance
I was nine when I first saw a fight,
a 10th grade student smashed a glass on his classmate's head.
He got clean chit,
because he was from a upper class family.
sometimes I feel happy,
And don't find any reason why I feel sad?
Yesterday was a bright day for me;
The rain wouldn't listen
Destroyed all they've built
Hunger killing the homeless
Fear, spreading like an epidemic
In the deep recesses of my mind you reside, my mischievous stranger
I see you giving me furtive peeps and stares across where you are,