#scribbled writings

Strangers are a muse! Hope you love reading this sonnet!

We may be strangers, well yes I agree, Meeting each other virtually, it was a spree.

Unaware, unrecognized, so dope, With a little positive feeling called hope,

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And then the voice they longed to hear brought life, smile and tears of joy amongst everyone. Karthik writes a few lines on a new born baby. (more…)

Manage to read between the lines in any conversation and you will write a story.

Chaitra says she manages to read between the lines in any conversation. She explains an emotion between a boy and a girl who are deeply in love with her microtale. Want your stories to be featured on our Facebook page The Scribbled Writings?  Write to us at [email protected] or message us on Facebook or Instagram. Tag your stories for a feature. Use @thescribbledwritings Follow Us…

Sometimes I wonder why unpredictable things surprise us.

She carried magic in her eyes, With gleamy eyes, I’m sure they weren’t a pair of lies. (more…)

Karthik writes a microtale where he tries to bring neutrality in a secular country. Where even today North East Indians are asked questions about their nationality inspite of being born and raised in India. Nepali or Chinese? was the question of identification. Three bullet scars on his chest And an identity card with bold names INDIAN ARMY Answered them all. – Karthik The Scribbled Writings Want…

Everytime the distance grew, I knew it was not new. With every growing mile, I felt like life in exile. Closing my eyes, I traveled oceans, And I plugged into the waves of emotions. Emotions when your cheeks brushed against mine,                            With your voice whisper in my earlobe, sending a chill to the spine. As distance parted us away from each other, And with every increasing…

Sometimes I fear, Making me shed a tear. Thinking about my life, I know it’s a long strife. Gripped in the fear of my destiny, Ah, it’s not just my story, but of many. I fear failure ending up in closed doors and uncharted paths, Is it the same even in your heart? Words choke me up, when someone ask, How’s life?, With a smile I mask, The true emotions, That resemble a motionless ocean. I fear of…

Change is an opportunity to you. Embrace it else it’s just a missed opportunity. Deep writes a musing for The Scribbled Writings. Tag your special ones if you could relate it with yourself. Want your stories to be featured on our Facebook page The Scribbled Writings? Write to us at [email protected] or message us on Facebook or Instagram. Tag your stories for a feature. Use…