Poetry

By Darius Khizer In our childhood garden, we used to chuckle and play Where laughter echoed through the hall every passing day We always kept each other up when down We all couldn’t hold a frown School has taught us to be humble and kind May this memory be held in our hearts entwined We were all so inclined in our mind How easily we were defined Memories linger like blossoms in spring, Of friendships forged on swings that swing Though paths may part, our bond will remain In t

By Darius Khizer An ode for a mother Who is like none other Mysteriously smart And has the biggest heart. In every moment, your love's embrace, Guiding me with unwavering grace. In your eyes, I see the stars align, A mother's love, eternally divine. With each passing year, your light grows strong, In your arms, I forever belong Your laughter, a melody, sweet and clear, Your presence, a comfort, always near. To the one who taught me to walk and stand tall, Whose love has been

By Darius Khizer You were the soul of Kolkata for me The reason that city felt warm and free Every time I visited it was more than a stay It was full of love and laughter on each golden day Your life made the world feel right Made it as beautiful as midnight twilight You inspired something more than can be said You held us together holding us up like thread You never asked for recognition or fame Yet your words and love stay with us ingrained You believed in me with my every

By Hannah Bhullar I want to kiss you.   I want to breathe you in.     Can I taste your soul? Your love - so sweet,   I’m sure.     I want to lap at your tongue    like the ocean waves. Let me trace   your nose,     your eyelids,       your cheekbones,     and your chin. Stare at me   as if you want to devour me;     as if you’ve never felt        this much love     before. Look at me   as if you want to dive in     and drown in my warmth…        I want to be   under your skin

By Anna Nemeth Me and my country we are proud and free We sometimes run by the sea Me and my country have lots to be between you and me my country grows full of laughter fun and glee Me and my country there's lots of work still to be done even when we roam by the rivers that be Me and my country have many happy faces we like to sit by a tree and bathe in the warmth of the sun and listen to the stories the land has to say Me and my country enjoy the moonlight and all the stor

By Ariel Fullerton She was invited and arrived the letter gill dead gold and sealed with a kiss of death unbeknownst to her she brought herself and other gifts to share with friends they laid them out upon the table and her too tied limb and fin on the barbeque in mock welcome to the land they left the charcoal below and lit the flame and roasted her alive they spit upon her scales and called it justice for her sparkle against their dull mutedness as they closed their ears an

By Daksha V The rainy season finally returns The rains are beginning to shower The monsoon is gaining power From a drizzle to pouring rain It is adults' loss and children's gain The rainy season finally returns Suddenly lightning strikes with thunder Making children fall into wonder Rain is proven unpredictable Just so mighty and invincible The rainy season finally returns While it rains cats and dogs Some are busy sleeping like logs Kids go jump up and down on puddles As we

By Bhuvnesh Sompura By Bhuvnesh Sompura

By Debasree Maity “Arrey… tum log bhi na… kabhi kabhi lagta hai hum sab ek hi disease se suffer kar rahe hain. Naam hai - ‘Yaadoon ka Bukhaar.’ Haan, seriously… Kisi ki yaad, kisi ki baat, kisi ki chhoti si aadat… Jo chhodti hi nahi. Maan lo, tumhare ex ka birthday aa raha hai. Tum dil pe haath rakh ke bolna - Tumhare dimaag ne bola ‘Ignore karna hai,’ Par tumhare heart ne bola - ‘Bas ek story dekh loon, usne kisko tag kiya hai.’ Aur bas… wahin barbaadi shuru. Yaad ka problem

By Debasree Maity Kuch bolungi tow vivad hoh jayega… Sarkar pe bolungi tow deshdrohi kehlaungi. Par kuch nahi bolungi tow… Khud se nazre kaise mila paungi? Mujhe na ab tum is duniya ke freedom of speech ke qaide kanoon pehle hi bata doh, Kyunki agar aise karne se mujhpe tohamat nahi lagegi, Toh shayad mera voice bhi ek safe zone mein reh jaayega. Par nahi… Hamesha ek sawaal uthta hi hai: “Palestine pe likh diye? Kashmir ke waqt kaha thi?” “Manipur pe likh diye? Pakistan ke Hi

By Sakshya Kant By Sakshya Kant

By Sonalika Saloni By Sonalika Saloni

By Falak Fayaz Masoodi The land underneath is always the same Yet her mournful gaze holds scenes discrete Anguish looms and seeps in the walls The tarpaulin sags with the weight of it all The veil conceals her scorn and contempt With all she's borne, she can but lament The grief, the relief, the animosity of clans The pretence never ceases Not even with demise A macabre existence; of stolen breath Growing wise from sorrow and driving life from death Lurking around the corner

By Akshara A Face brittles, soul laments Intermittent anxiety, silent agony Pretend everything is hunky-dory -- despite asphyxiating on worry Depression is brutal, points to fatal Battling death, aching breath All urged is, a little glimmer of succor All desired is, someone near to hear!! Depression, gut-wrenching havoc! Relish quietness and fears forlornness; Cracks firmness and elevates tautness Ruins enthusiasm and eliminates realism Ignores optimism and affirms pessimism

By Anwesha Singh My parents stopped worrying about me, They no longer ask how my day went and what I did, They lost all hope and branded me as a lost cause, I am amused that how my life decisions no longer interests them, They no longer ask about my goals during the time we get into bed, My parents stopped caring about me the way they used to did, Talking with them no longer give the comfort it used to give, My failed attempts finally showed them how I could never become the

By Amberdeep Kaur Wandering through the woods, Exhaling on my own Right and left ways, Suddenly felt alone The autumn woods have been my home Red, Orange maples all around me Stream flowing within, Rejoice me However, time flies Pearls in cold falling on my hut, Playful squirrels are taking rest Birds chirped often Now I sing Made my own songs The blanket of snow, Hug of cold Being cosy in fire Is enjoyable after all By Amberdeep Kaur

By Vanshika Gupta A flower in bloom, delicate, free, Sways with wind in pure harmony. She thrives in soil, kissed by sun, Her beauty untouched, spirit undone. Yet pluck her away from sacred bed, Watch as she wilts, radiance shed. So too is a woman—graceful, strong, Flourishing best where heart belongs. Not to be taken, confined, controlled, But spirit that blossoms, vibrant and bold. For when beauty is seized to satisfy greed, Its splendor may linger, yet soon it will bleed.

By Mariyam Shirolkar She got blood smeared on her hands, but the blood is hers. She didn’t kill anybody but her soul just died, The painful pleasure is all she hides. The world is red and so is she, She thought she helped herself, but that was just a lie, The hurt was more she could not deny, When the water burned there she just sighed in despise, her soul was disguised. She got blood smeared on her hands, but the blood is hers. The drops of tears rolling down did not matte

By Mariyam Shirolkar Remember, mother, every time when my soul seethed, “I hate you,” to you? Remember, father, every time when my soul cursed in anger at you? When I had bitter resentment sleeping on my tounge. When I had cold love; Barely reaching my hamaetogenic heart, And then flowing in my vainful veins, For the both of you. When all I thought about was how unlucky and unfortunate I am? When I wished I wasn’t your daughter—never born, Never yours to begin with? But somet

By Prantik Roy I had a dream the other day. I stood near the open field; the gayest of the flowers were there. The winds drew a net above; like prey, I felt it draw me near. A dove spread its blade, cut the net that held me close. Its eyes gleamed a star’s delight; with graceful swings, it flew so high— with no regrets, just a life it chose. I longed to be a bird so fine, to reach new heights, to see new winds, to coo a tale in the auburn sky that reached none but the ears of