As I lay down my battered head on your lap, mom ! bliss befalls my wrathful inner thunderstorm. My insomniac teary eyes have been bleeding so, in a pain that refuses to kill and denies to go. I have been a captive of my own wounded body, Oh Mom ! Release my tormented soul from this custody. My feet have been tainted blue now, toxicated with venoms of woes and sorrow. Snuggle me, mom ! So tightly, so vehemen... Read more..

The post For you, mom appeared first on The Indian Fusion. Read more from the same author Disha Virk

I did everything for you but What you did you do? NOTHING! I always tried to understand your feelings But what you did you do? NOTHING! I held your hand when you felt lonely But when that loneliness dragged my life What did you do? NOTHING! You were frustrated I became your support but when I got fed up what did you do? NOTHING! I was hurt but you did not care I needed your support but you made me lonely I cried like hell but you ignored This all pulled me in a worst condition And I realized everything My biggest mistake of trusting you Always giving you number of secon... Read more..

The post Yes, I left you for nothing appeared first on The Indian Fusion. Read more from the same author Jayamala Bhoir

Best friends forever ??? Friendship is the most beautiful relation. No commitments, but still we do everything to make it last for forever. Why? No blood relation but still we love our best friends like siblings. Why? Because a friend can love you like a lover, care for you like your p... Read more..

The post Best friends forever appeared first on The Indian Fusion. Read more from the same author Jayamala Bhoir

It is the story of Riya, a smart, reserved, little egoist but nature wise a good person who takes everything seriously. She belongs to a conservative Maharashtrian family where love marriages are taken as crime. And so from her childhood she has been taught that inter cast marriages are bad and those who fall in lo... Read more..

The post Love never ends appeared first on The Indian Fusion. Read more from the same author Jayamala Bhoir

Dear Readers, This poem  is the outcome  of  a wonderful conversation of mine with my friend...enlightening one. So here we go ...   The world we see is just our imagination, everyone seems to be in havoc without destinations, no one knows where their path may lead, everyone se... Read more..

The post Imagination of Him… appeared first on The Indian Fusion. Read more from the same author Charu

He is a software engineer, working in a multinational firm. She is a scholar mass communication graduate, working on her first job with a salary at par with him. Both have families living in the city, aware of their “relationship” that was planted when they were college goers. The two had met during a college fest and fell in love over a late night party. He is Adam. She is Eve. So Adam and Eve are two typical mode... Read more..

The post The quintessential love-hate relationship, a modern day affair appeared first on The Indian Fusion. Read more from the same author Anwesha Bose

It's an early morning in December Soldiers go passing by along the gravel crisp roads Of a winter laden, cold bitten Rajpath. It's amazing to see how their feet go about in unison Making music, when even my tongue is frozen In my mouth for a song. It's cold. The few stars that cling to the hem Of the night are fairy white chips frozen In the sky. As they go by in their green uniforms, The... Read more..

The post Khakhi Green appeared first on The Indian Fusion. Read more from the same author Jasmeet Singh

(all characters used here have no resemblance to any person living or dead. its purely a work of fiction)

It’s the world war two, and the world is a deadly place. There’s no one you can trust, on whose shoulder you can cry, none to console you and of course no enjoyment in victory as ther... Read more..

The post This world isn’t big enough for both of us appeared first on The Indian Fusion. Read more from the same author Abhay Maheshwari

Something that never changes You are always answerable to it, Those things are carved in away, They never fade, they never jade, Just to remind you that It was that day... The day when came camouflaged No one recognized the fate, Everyone so unaware and arrogant, But there was something conspired, Just to remind you that It was that day... Human knows this decree from Those years of genesis and now, Of day and night, dusk and dawn, Between black and whites resides grey, That i realized when It was that day... Can't we leave the old sagas behind The nightmares of hellis... Read more..

The post Let us let go, someday… appeared first on The Indian Fusion. Read more from the same author Charu

Everyday I pass by a ballerina school on my way home from work. I've been obsessed with this institution ever since I was in high school, when I first saw it. It's funny because the establishments around it are mostly high class bars where women sell their services. The ballerina school seems so out of place. I've always wondered what kind of people study ballet, what it must feel like to dance that way. I am afraid that one day, the school won't be there anymore. And so I wrote this poem as a homage. Read more..

The post Three of Wands (A Poem) appeared first on The Indian Fusion. Read more from the same author U Z Eliserio

IDream Pictures, whose Facebook page says "This is where we tell stories", has made some very impressive short videos. One of the best among their creations is The Delhi Boy.

The post Short film, big impact – The Delhi Boy appeared first on The Indian Fusion. Read more from the same author Anwesha Bose

This poem is a love poem. It tells the story of a woman who was betrayed by the man she loved. But she couldn't get mad at him, because she too was guilty of cheating. She realizes that their mutual betrayal did not come into being because of malice or lust, but because they have fallen out of love. Harmed by those strumpets. With its perforation loving, caring. Kitchens of silts. I see our tinkle has passed. The ebony is beautiful. The ebony is beautiful. The ebony is hydrofoil. By your sieve, I could not see her deflection. Brown fabrications, he could not hassle you... Read more..

The post Temperance – When they fell out of love appeared first on The Indian Fusion. Read more from the same author U Z Eliserio

 This poem is about film, about the power of cinematic images. Its persona is a director, dreaming up shots and scenes, worried about whether or not she will be able to communicate what she thinks and feels to her audience. In the end, she concludes that her loyalty lies both to her art and to those who watch her films, and that she cannot compromise her vision at the price of intelligibility. The creation of movies is a risk, being misunderstood is part of her vocation. A carol in the wave. The milkman sunshine. Every locality threat is lightning. The prayer of imagining.... Read more..

The post Ten of Pentacles appeared first on The Indian Fusion. Read more from the same author U Z Eliserio

You said goodbye & I didn't Coz you moved on but I couldn't!!! My eyes set on fire with tears ablaze Life seems to be an endless maze!!! What, oh what did I ever do to wake up at night screaming 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!' Oh, the humanity...oh, the pain! From this exchange, who stood to gain??? Every day I ask myself 'Am i just a... Read more..

The post I Just Can’t Let You Go, Babe! appeared first on The Indian Fusion. Read more from the same author Ankit Yaduvanshi

The words ring in my ears, "I don't really know you at all!" I think you're trying to be funny, or are you completely appalled? If this were to be true, then you dont really know me at all! & you've paid me no attention, as I'd never let you fall... I'm not some random creep, but I know you'r not my wife, but if that is wha... Read more..

The post Who Am I? appeared first on The Indian Fusion. Read more from the same author Ankit Yaduvanshi