Venkatesh R ✓
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A writer who is still exploring. Big fan of works of Apj Abdul Kalam, Perriyar, NA Muthukumar, Sujatha JeyaKanthan, Ashoka Mithran, Christopher Nolan, Maniratnam, Ram, K Balachander, and a reader, viewer of anything with a sensible message.
- Unemployment BluesVenkatesh R · 1 min read · 22 readsO morning, bearer of the recurring weight, You find me stationary where the many stride. They carry purpose in their swift, deliberate gait, While I defend the space where I reside.Abstract
- Nine Out of TenVenkatesh R · 1 min read · 16 readsThey count the biscuits in the paper sleeve, Nine when a steady ten should fill the space. They look into your eyes and don't believe. A missing piece is something they retrieve,Abstract
- The CageVenkatesh R · 1 min read · 19 readsNineteen years. Nineteen years of holding the scales, chasing the grails, paying the tax of a life measured in sweat and bone. I cooked my own meals at eight years old,Abstract
- The Cursed SoulVenkatesh R · 1 min read · 13 readsI am the ghost who lives inside my life, The bills pile high, the guilt runs deep and cold. I lie in bed and face this quiet strife. I was the breadwinner who braved the knife,Abstract
- The Ash RoadVenkatesh R · 2 min read · 32 readsI walk alone, through streets where silence burns, where the air is thick with memory, and the ground whispers of endings.Abstract
- The WitnessVenkatesh R · 1 min read · 23 readsThrough the seasons of the soul, I stand, Where hope feels like a gloom-heavy land. But the grayest clouds are bound to pass by, Leaving room for a clearer, softer sky.Abstract
- Witness in StormVenkatesh R · 1 min read · 27 readsThrough the seasons of the soul, I stand, Where hope feels like a gloom-heavy land. But the grayest clouds are bound to pass by, Leaving room for a clearer, softer sky.Abstract
- The Witness on the ShoreVenkatesh R · 1 min read · 32 readsThe roof tiles shriek, torn by an invisible hand, Salt-cracked windows weep for the drowning land. Here, there is no hope—only the splintered wood, The wreckage of dreams where the garden once stood.Abstract
- The Mutated GeneFidato R · 1 min read · 21 readsWake the wrathChildren Stories
- The Ray Of HopeFidato R · 2 min read · 378 readsAs darkness yields to radiant dawn, Embrace the change, let evil be gone.Abstract
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