Poem

By Surya Suresh Death in it’s icy arms, held a secret so bright, As the wintery winds did blow, well into the aftermath. A being was...

By Surya Suresh The bright blue ocean was asleep in the day, And waves played a game in it’s salty medley. In the windy corner of the...

By Jyotsna Singh When it rains outside Your deep eyes are my first thought When I snuggle in bed Your warmth is my first thought When I...

By Surya Suresh The fire danced with a bright red flame, And the night was dark and brooding. She opened the doors to her new room, To...

By Mukul Goyal हो रहा यहां सब एक सियासी खेल है बिक रहे जज्बात यहां और emotion fail है शर्तों पर है रिश्ते और पैसों पर bail है लड़ रहे भाई...

By Surya Suresh The earth in it’s blue shining cradle, Twirled the wind onto it’s aching lap. There in it’s lush green stable, A woman...

By Surya Suresh An Ocean, vast and blue and calm, Withers in it’s depth as a fish in a net. Deep in the hollow of her heart, Lies a wound...

By Sana Aimen T.A O, You Human! Do you remember who you are? Because, from your path, you have strayed afar You hurt and break, destroy...

By Surya Suresh I was born on thorns and grass, In a peaceful and rainy July morning. My father was the wind, soothing yet strong, And my...

By Sana Aimen T.A The first whiff, you gasp and cry, you try to learn and learn to try, you crawl and stand, you walk and fall in the...

By Surya Suresh The bright April sky, so warm and gentle, Blue as the birds on the early green bush. Clouds did flow in it’s gentle path,...

By Samiksha Pawar By Samiksha Pawar

By Simrat Kaur Hora It is the 124th day of the year, and I don't know who started perpetuating the idea of a new year giving us a 'new...

By Simrat Kaur Hora Every now and then, when you're getting on with your day, and you're doing just fine, insecurity creeps in. It creeps...

By Samiksha Pawar By Samiksha Pawar

By Samiksha Pawar By Samiksha Pawar

By Simrat Kaur Hora In this age of capitalism, we are defined by what we do. How we behave and make people feel has no importance...

By Simrat Kaur Hora I have a sensitive skin Skin that cannot stand wool Skin that develops rashes, Because wool stings Just like how a...

By Samiksha Pawar By Samiksha Pawar

By Simrat Kaur Hora This is a story The story of a woman A woman who is also a mother A mother who is shamed for having too many "mood...