Poetry

By Roshan Tara The spaces are empty, cracks opened wide, silent hollows locked in pain unspoken, unheard words drift back to me, explained only in these sad whispers that find no listener but my own shadow. My heart echoes in the hollow of your absence; your shadow lingers where my soul still seeks you. I ache for the warmth of your nearness, the gentle anchor of your voice that once tied me to the earth. I am reminded of your presence day in and day out, dusk until dawn yet

By Roshan Tara I didn’t believe in love at first sight. Not in books. Not in movies. Not in real life. I used to roll my eyes when characters fell too fast like, how can a heart be so reckless? How can someone mean everything when you know nothing about them? Then you walked into the room. And suddenly… I forgot how to breathe. You weren’t even looking at me. You were just laughing at something someone said. But God, that laugh it hit me like music I’d known in another life.

By Neeharika Mishra Black turned crimson, shadows negotiated red To creep, in the veil of veins, in the form of greed. The voyage on the sea middle was sailing shallow, Shores shuttled, shimmered, submerging in narrow. The oar streaming against the bewildering surface Several points stuck here and there on my face. The angles around no void, yet it was never silent, Up goes down, and down goes up in an arc violent. There stood no shadows to dance, no soul to sing Tim

By Neeharika Mishra The Ganga drifted towards the ghat, Suffused in the holiness of nature Among bustling thoughts of rabble, Yet her quietude was perceived by all. The bond of the Ganga and the ghat Was like the bond of life and death. Every brink awaited a new earth, Like death awaited a new life. The spark of the sparkless pyre Of the exteriority of a dead human Charred unless the death of death, In the lap of the Manikarnika of life. The ashes immersed i

By Neeharika Mishra When the red twilight sails in With my flickering breath, Pale lips dry of blood No veins discernible around my wrists No marathon of heart pump, O my glory! The ideal worldly Rule books declared me dead. Don't stand in a night long lament Don't let your relation come out, Don't proffer any flame flowers to My entombed body. Birth never brings life, And death never seizes it. I was never born, And so never died, My Dear, I was a guest-v

By Neeharika Mishra In the avarice of today, The stretched circles Devour the sense of essence. Love here has relations and reasons Beyond that, it wears a costume And drags heavy feet like a stray. How can care be projected In a particular direction? I have truth and thoughts Freshly painted on the bench, I also have money and meadows To be counted on my thumb or toe. My sight has muted vision So, I wear a pair of spectacles, But it flashes the later. I

By Neeharika Mishra Every day had the colours of innocence. “Did you have your dinner?” my Dad would ask, before my footsteps found their way to the room of my Baba. Books opened, stories widened. He took me into his arms, and words he recited out loud. “The best narrator!” I would shout. And in the leisure array of blackened night, horror movies I loved watching them. He would hold my hand, for I always feared the ghosts would come from their lands. In t

By Neeharika Mishra The tiny little one she is, Oh my! Oh my! What bliss! Like the sweetest dew drops Curing the leaves of wintry nights, Like the infinite nebula From here to there, eternal and infinite Her presence, her divine. She plays all way long, From bubbling tiny balloons To chasing them till the far, From jumping like a baby kangaroo To gathering the depth of her smile, The tiny little one she is, Oh my! Oh my! What bliss! She unfurls her feathers

By Neeharika Mishra The locked region beneath The common desire to hold onto It has a whole fist of cram-full effects Scrubbing the blowing blues. Is this what we live for? For the sake of denied dignity Whom should we call? From the sky that is similar To the land that has earth Yet, fighting to shatter it Is the count of every tip And shattered shores scattered All along bays of lost. Blindfolded is every brink of blink Tying the knots too close To not

By Neeharika Mishra I am surrounded by curse of my habit To grasp muses and arts of all at once To connect with their souls, And to be in secluded delusions. I wonder who would read my habit After my soul departs from my body, And feel every bit of pauses I made, And to those I never uttered aloud. I wonder who would be kind to them, The diaries are more sensitive than me To not know more than knowing, And not attempt to drift towards decoding. I wonder if I

By Neeharika Mishra The rest of my life, I've turned to nothing Except a monotonous monologue, Perching on unwary thoughts. Toddlers like feet, I can't run in race Tongue has teeth, couldn't grate, I am bizarre of glasses crushed Avoided by all to not step upon. I am dumped in a deserted den Or perhaps I've shuffled myself to it To not be in sight of normalisation. It's cut me deep, too dark since decades I swim in the same pool of blood. But still a hope ar

By Neeharika Mishra Breeze of summer bid adieu, It's autumn they named it The leaves fell, cold and dead Evaporating from its green lush, I call it fall from a glance Through the window of translucency. You see, life is beautiful I laughed at the espy of this, As I perch on the tiles The waves of medicines inclined On my lap, waiting for me to anguish And cry a thousand death of life. I wondered at the intervals of phases It flips in a blink of tiny tales. I

By Tashreet Kaur murky waters seemingly suffocate your roots lust, gluttony and pride served on silver plates a subtle miasma settles over the pond humanity nitpicks the ill nature of mistakes yet fresh green lily pads leisure afloat somehow purity waits for your beauty buds peak shy from their season the past grasps hold of your throat, silencing your efforts of change soon a beautiful pink reaches out of the sky a desperate hand reaches for honor a young lotus is born your

By Tashreet Kaur nostalgia knocks at the door an undue visitor settling inside limerence idle in essence observing melancholy’s affair it echoes in the laughter of the children playing, the gentle hymns confiding in the silent night, whispering in the aching familiar melodies, or the cliche lines written in every step forth merely stopping by for instances becoming the heart’s fragile formality a stinging awakening of reality struggling to fathom its rapture By Tashreet Kaur

By Tashreet Kaur with no particular season, the fruit accustomed the tree constantly. A jasmine flush with a viridescent blush. The prostrate sourness and subtle bitterness greet the tongue. A stranger to the sweetness its family renders. He watched the blossoming silently. Reminded of the akin rooted in the soil of his motherland. Lost to a ravaging erosion. the budding ripening tranquilled. Yet the seedlings beckoned a rebirth in his being. His tongue burned the stinge. His

By Tashreet Kaur I have many names to my existence the one on documents feels of a stranger like an unfamiliar language struggling to wrap my mind enticing no connection with my depths there’s the one shortened to convenience simply uttered in a single breath no foreign linguistics to trip over attempting no tone of affection then you have the impetuous pet names the ones made in the moment with oddly fitting additions and silly rhymes unexpectedly intriguing a smile alas the

By Tashreet Kaur As a kid i never called on mama or papa Instead I followed you around, curious Struggling with your name turned it into “jay” You were not conceived from the same womb as me but our blood ran so deep despite it I’d hold onto your hand tight Tears in my eyes you’d form into laughter Even if you were the cause of the cry Bullying, teasing, mocking and bothering Yet you hinder me from the love i lost Time went by ever so quickly Scarcely meeting, rarely calling

By Sumita Kumari जोखिम है, जिम्मेदारि है साहस की भागीदारी है कदम से कदम साथ चले है तभी तो आगे मंजिल है चुनौतियां आज भी है कल भी थी,आगे भी रहेगी बुलंद हौसलों से हम सब मिलकर कल्पतरु वृक्ष रूपी एसबीआई को सींचे है,लंबा इतिहास 1806 ईo से समेटे है बैंक ऑफ कलकत्ता के नाम से स्थापित, इंपोरियम बैंक ऑफ इंडिया के नाम से रूपांतरण,भारत माता के हर प्रांत में,अपनी शाख जमाए है जितनी गहन है,उतनी गहरी है शाख जोखिम है जिम्मेदारि है साहस की भागीदारी है तभी तो आगे मंजिल है 1955 वर्ष राष्ट्रीय

By Sumita Kumari एक मां सब जानती है यूंही नहीं नौ महीने कोख में नन्हे को पालती है नौ माह में नन्हे के विकास का सफर गर्भावस्था का अहसास मन के भीतर चलायमान नए मेहमान के आने का स्वागत हर पल करती है उठते बैठते ख्याल रखती खान पान का ध्यान रखती सोते जागते अहसास करती है एक मां सब जानती है यूंही नहीं नौ महीने कोख में नन्हे को पालती है एक औरा है जो तन मन को प्रकाशित करता एक नटखट जो रह रह के किक करता मंद मंद मुस्कुराती है जब स्वास्थ्य जांच पटल में उसकी हल्की हल्की बिंब देखती है

By Sumita Kumari चलो आज सपनो की बात करते है जीवन के अनगिनत पहलुओं पे विचार करते हैं जीवन के संग संग,परछाई बनकर,सपने साथ चलते हैं कभी हौसले के पुल बांधकर कभी रहो के रोड़ों को आसान करके उदास चेहरों पे भी मुस्कान देते हैं चलो आज सपनो की बात करते हैं जीवन के अनगिनत पहलुओं पे विचार करते हैं दुख की घड़ियों में, भावनाओं के हलचल में कठिन दौर से निकल जायेगे ऐसी आशा देकर ,हमसब पे उपकार करता चलो आज सपनो की बात करते हैं जीवन के अनगिनत पहलुओं पे विचार करते हैं बिना भेद भाव किए सफलता असफलत