Archana Giri
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Purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
- Red Was LifeRed Was LifeArchana Giri · 1 min read · 193 readsRed is love. Red is a bride.Others
- When Silence UttersWhen Silence UttersArchana Giri · 1 min read · 28 readsI see her holding her breath on his touch. I see them cuddling with confidence. I see them making the purest form of love,Drama
- Another GoldsmithAnother GoldsmithArchana Giri · 1 min read · 270 readsAnother gold dealer, He sells impure gold, melted and mixed me with copper.Abstract
- The Ring She Never WoreThe Ring She Never WoreArchana Giri · 1 min read · 453 readsThey say love hurts but it lasts, Lasts like an invisible ring in her finger.Drama
- In My MindIn My MindArchana Giri · 1 min read · 196 readset's meet in chaos and decide. Do letters form life or deform love? It is in our ink that they're numb and insane. I'll write a few, let readers decide about new.Abstract
- PolioPolioArchana Giri · 1 min read · 474 readsThey are my paralysed limbs, They do not set me free. But these are my paralysed limbs,Tragedy
- Goodbye To MeGoodbye To MeArchana Giri · 1 min read · 113 readsOn an exotic ride in the woods, Forgetting evils and remembering the good.Abstract
- A Lover's RueArchana Giri · 1 min read · 291 readsThe author is fully engrossed in the purity of love and so-dearly wants to re-establish the messed up relationship.Romance
- LovelornArchana Giri · 1 min read · 285 readsI do not rain without thunder, I do not blow without destruction...Others
- When Silence UttersArchana Giri · 1 min read · 704 readsI see them talking without uttering sound. I see them reading the pupils with ease.Others
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