MY ACCIDENTS WITH TRUTH

A POEM THAT HAS AFFECTED ME SO MUCH IN THE RECENT DAYS.., Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.' Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating `'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door - So...

                 The wind crawled slowly upon my back, sending a tingle down my spine. I was lying on the bed opposite to the window looking outside. It is my favorite place designed especially for me. A few drops landed on my head, it has begun to drizzle, I am sure it can’t improve any further. But then I raised my head and looked.               There it was, sitting right before me, the most artfully designed house I had ever seen. I remember re looking at the house from such a long time ago that I forgot when it started , yet I could never take my eyes off it. And then from its inside ,a man emerged into the balcony, he was aging old, had tired rusty eyes, wearing a sports sweet shirt .Clearly he hadn't shaved for a week, yet all his appearance somehow radiated a respect for him. He sat on the easing chair. A few minutes later, a woman emerged from within ,with a pair of coffee and gave him on...

                                                                                                                                         L  Y  S  O  M  N  I  A      I opened my eyes. The green night lamp reflected on the clock glass and it showed 12.I was lying on the bed. The night was silent except for the hum of the fan.          I heard the door shut .I was not ready to accept that it was my room door that was shut. I continued lying there waiting for something to happen. After a minute, I...

JUST one 80 by  Gp Pradeep "Just eighty allowed, no more than that"she whispered near his ears "What? my car's limit? " "No u idiot, words, we hav just 80 words. .......please be quick" Sweat poured his neck. he pressed accelerator hard, the car gained speed as if reading his mind. "but i hav a lot to say......" "twenty eight,twenty eight" "twenty eight?" "twenty two" "Cant we extend the limit please" "sorry,thirteen more" "my heart always kno......" "Seven" "But" "five" "idea.....!" "two" . . . . . . . . . . . "i love you"