Poetry

By Dhaatri Agarwal A girl was born on a bitter cold dawn, Bringing with her sunshine and warmth There was overwhelming support and most all, A passion for something thawed Living within her icy december heart. On the surface she had an ordinary life, definity meant for fulfilment But never to fly to places unknown What restricted her greatness? It was neither her circumstance Nor the lack of fire to melt the ice There was just this simple rhythm... Everyone, including herself

By Ritvik Kheur To all people protecting our border, We know your job couldn’t be harder, You work for our motherland day and night, At every step, every decision needs to be right. Long away from your families you strive, Without the fear of losing your lives, You are the reason our country is secured and it thrives, How can we understand your efforts, we are so naïve. Serving the force from land , water or air, You do things only you would dare, Each day your discipline and

By Rajiya कभी कभी जी भागना चाहता है। उस जहां में, जिस जहां में लैला की मोहब्बत है, मजनू का इंतजार है। रांझे का रुतबा है, हीर का प्यार है। मिर्जा का मौन है, साहिबान का सब्र है। फूलों की महक है, शीतल हवा है, तितलियों की चुप्पी है, भौरों का गुंजार है। जहां भगवान रहते हैं। जहां समाज के व्यर्थ बंधनों से आजादी है। जिस जहां में ना कुछ पाने की लालसा है, ना ही खोने का डर। जहां ना मिलने की आतुरता है और ना ही बिछड़ने का दुःख। जहां ना चांद की चांदनी है और ना ही सूरज की किरण। ना ही अंधेरे

By Anuvrat Tiwari And she’s gone now Gone and here still Like clouds which are never mine Whose rain I watch from my windowsill She’s here but still far away You can caress me but you can’t hold me She’ll always be here by my side But I’ll still always be lonely Acceptance is the key The key to a peaceful mind But how can I expect to accept losing you When I can’t even forget your eyes Her eyes are deep Deep enough to pull me in She corrected my former belief That even a sing

By Nimain Charan Biswal An intolerant skin as I am can least put off with the joys selflessly surrounding the objects around me: The birds in the trees singing notes of perennial joy amidst spring and winter alike careless of the thunder-storm or showers of freezing stones. Can never remove my eyes from the old women loading their heads with firewood returning homeward least bothering the lots for tomorrow singing to their ears songs born not of suffering save few incoherent

By Nimain Charan Biswal Independence is a bad money: a mutilated currency; a fake note in the name of secularism pluralism and a false promise of brotherhood; and a blank promissory note in the name of harmony, livelihood and rights. Freedom is a curse: a citadel of ego-clash footed upon a sheet of chaos, violence and bloodshed in the name of Gods, Godfather, marginalism, minorism and fear of displacement. Hell with the day hell with the Zero-hour of an ominous evening our so

By Nimain Charan Biswal Can anyone sign me a note of confession: to live the remaining world amidst the pleasure of being blossomed into a flower that will never have the nightmare of fading out before smelling the odor of a dew-clad red-red orange-born Sun at the advent of a soothing morn! Will you agree with me that the night of age-old chaos and ignorance shall pass away leaving the world with a newly-promised Sun that will move round illuminating the dark shades of realit

By Nimain Charan Biswal Nationalism is an old fever gone viral for no greater interest feeding the mind with a conventional hatred for others seeding the roots with apartheid and religious intolerance. It is more a pandemic than an epidemic spread through generations of civilization across times raising a great wall of separation that keeps us poles apart administering a deadly venom that has paralyzed the ongoing flow of the fluid of human kindness that once tied us tight wi

By Shreya Roy Violin strings strike my heart, the red spilling over Count the beats running down, you'll find no clover Words don't bind my mouth ropes don't hold my core Voiced by an angel, truths you've never heard before: I don't count seconds, I seek the future that lies ahead The present flies by yet I take blind steps from my bed, Every breath, every beat, every break is in my plan In my oblivion I see the inevitable unknown happen; Keys of a piano, yet the notes watch

By Nisha Mittal सुकून, तू आना तो ऐसे आना आँसू की बौछार में मत आना मुस्कुराहट में बुनकर आना भीड़ बनकर आना चाहे तन्हाई कोई मसला नहीं हैं बस खालीपन मत लाना न अतीत सुझाना न भावी स्वप्न दिखाना बस मेरा खोया आज बनकर आना दिल की नरमी में मत झाँकना दिमाग की सख्ती मत बनना कठिन कोमलता लिये आना न झूठे दिलासों में आना न सच्चे वादों में आना कोरे कागज सा आना सब पाने की होड लेकर मत आना क्या छोडना है, इसकी समझ बतलाना तसल्ली का तूफान लेकर आना न उलझनों का सागर लाना न सीप का मोती बनकर आना आइने सा

By Aleena B Saju Light up the sky, like you wanted. Let the fireworks, lead you to what you needed. Lean in to savour the night, embrace it’s vulnerability. Like the open book you are, take in it’s tears. Lost yourself in it’s warmth, log yourself in it’s moisture. Let time dry your clothes, leave the pain to go. Love your self, the way it is. The rhythm will lead you to your light. By Aleena B Saju

By Achinthya Prathish I gave wings to my dreams But it all shattered down the streams In a world that run behind wealth No one cares about mental health They think I'm being dreamy But actually, I'm planning my reality My dream is to choose Psychology But they think it is not worthy Who knows I will succeed? And counsel people all over the world? Who knows I will again give my wings to my dreams And let it fly over the streams? By Achinthya Prathish

By Ruhika Sethi A tale this is of the ferocious forests, Of the open wilderness and lush greens, It started with a crackle of a shell, A teary eyed mother, chirping as she watched it dwell. Nourished and nurtured every day, She, the bearer of infinite love, It was all shimmer and sunshine, Till one stormy day had come. Some men made their way through the mystical trails, To find the little nestling, "We can make it the greatest!" They said, To the woman on which it was clinge

By Ruhika Sethi A Tale this is of heaven itself, Where an incessant laugh echoes, Only a single soul was beyond the realm, And the rest in depths of it. Before this division each was asked, Of what they did in life, Except an individual all asserted, We were all for you, Devoted, fallen, in your beliefs, in your path; Oh the divine- we were all for you Killed who were not with thou, The divinity roared- roared in anger, The clouds cried- cried in sorrow, The fires in hell bur

By Afshan Farheen گمان میں رہے ہم کہ وہ محبت تھی، کہ ان کی نظريں صرف ہمیں ڈھونڈیں — کیا یہ صرف ایک خواہش تھی۔ ہم ہتھیلیاں روند کر لکیریں ڈھونڈتے رہے، مگر معلوم کسے تھا کہ وہ محبت نہیں، تصدیق ڈھونڈتے رہے۔ (افشاں فرحین) ______________________________________________________ गुमान में रहे हम कि वो मोहब्बत थी, कि उनकी नज़रें सिर्फ हमें ढूंढें — क्या ये सिर्फ एक ख्वाहिश थी। हम हथेलियाँ रौंद कर लकीरें ढूंढते रहे, मगर मालूम किसे था कि वो मोहब्बत नहीं, तस्दीक़ ढूंढते रहे। By Afshan F

By Achinthya Prathish As the blood moon rises high A girls runs under the darkening sky She is tired and exhausted And engulfed by other's lust and greed The flowers in her hands Has been replace by the thorns of crumpled roses Her body, full of cuts and bruises And her mind, broken in pieces She asks for justice But only heard deadly silence Broken she cried and cried Until her eyes became still and red Her pearl like tears had flowed And reached the ground There a seed s

By Achinthya Prathish Pearl like tears flowed down her cheeks As she drove her car Thinking about her last love Who's no more, leaving behind a deep scar The night seemed to stay still As if it's mourning her loss The air felt heavy By the sorrow of grieving souls The heavens started to cry With occasional howls That appear to be Like glowing scars Out of nowhere, came a dazzling light Which blinded her hard Everything turned dark And line between life and death blurred She

By Achinthya Prathish The angel of freedom Soared high on the sky with her majestic wings She soared over all the land Known to mankind, spreading peace Out of nowhere, she fell in a dry stream Her white wings became bloody red like a rose Her mighty wings were repeatedly shot down By the arrows of imperialistic nations She was dragged and caged And heavily tortured Her powers were snatched And she became lifeless Using her powers, they established big colonies By conqueri

By Achinthya Prathish I kept running and running in the house of my memories To find the murderer of my dreams The one who broke my frail yet fierce wings The one who suffocated my curiosity Rage boils through my blood Thinking about the past Oh! How could she do that to a naive Who only knew how to dream! She taught me how to fear And to not to believe in myself She taught me things I shouldn't have learned And here am I, good for none! I kept running and running Till I

By Achinthya Prathish He was a very private man Who never sought the attention The one who preferred small connections Over exhausting large one Put of nowhere, fame came In search of him For he has made an outstanding invention That amazed everyone He found himself enjoying every moment that passes In the limelight he dreaded Soon he became used to it And became obsessed with it Greed and lust sowed seeds in his heart That grew just at an exponential rate Soon he became g