Poetry

By Achinthya Prathish In a faraway nation A scream of a woman is heard The moment the scarlet coloured moon rose Similar to the blood dripping from her throat Some figures silently buried her body into the barren land In front of the whole village Some women wept And some hushed among themselves They said that; She deserved this For she has allowed herself her womb to be defiled And bring dishonour upon her family and village They knew she was helpless, yet, They resorted t

By Achinthya Prathish With the red hue of the sky dusted by dawn A young man rides on a horseback; In a barren land Covered by thorns and skills His eyes are scarlet red For his soul has been set ablaze By the shadows of a faraway region Who leads his horse and him "O king of peace", they call him For he is indeed a king Who has worn a crown of bones And who thinks he's going to bring peace by waging war Little did he know With the scythe in his hand He's not going to bring p

By Achinthya Prathish There stands a statue of a woman in the midst of the courtroom Her one hand carrying scales And the other, carrying a mighty sword And her eyes, unfolded by the powerful If you look closely, you can see that; Her eyes are completely black For she is blinded By the power of injustice and corruption Her sword left a trail of bright blood and woes Tracing back to the corpses of those who seeked justice For the fire in their souls were extinguished By the e

By Bhavya Mohta In the depths of my dream-filled lore, Resides a tale that shook me to the core. Awoken from my inner screams, I wandered lost in shattered dreams. Love obscured, but never gone, In the hazy mist, it lingered on. Smiling faces brought the pain, Rekindling memories again and again. But no more shall these words simply follow, They cut through redundancy straight to the marrow. Leaving behind the needless rhymes, The true essence of emotion now truly shines. Let

By Bhavya Mohta Nobody comprehends, Nobody extends their hands, Each voice makes demands, Yet nobody takes a stand. Surrounded by suspicion, In a sea of opposition, But my love endures in my condition, Even when they question my position. They urge me not to weep, Hiding tears within a silent keep, Accusing me of secrets to keep, Yet my inner strife is buried deep. They call me easily swayed, By others, they say I'm made, Perhaps I'm simply misunderstood, But my aspirations a

By Bhavya Mohta A tear fell from my eye, I wiped it instantly. In order to hide my cry, I consoled myself constantly. I look cherished most of the time, But I'm hiding my cry. People think I don't care a dime, But I'm giving my try. I look happy But this isn't the reality. I want a shoulder to cry, Help me with your generosity. Everything isn't perfect, Ironically. I'm picking up my shreds heroically. What's keeping me hooked? My successful parents; Because I w

By Bhavya Mohta In a world so gloomy, I see, Misunderstood by all, can it be? Am I wrong, or am I right? Lost and lonely in my plight. Some folks ignore me; can't you see? Is my aura dark, or is it me? Is it wrong to seek some joy? Have I hurt others, oh boy! Every day I question why, It's hard to live, it's hard to try. I'm at a loss, don't know what to say, Maybe I'm just in dismay. Yearning for someone to understand me, Just a lonely soul, like a honey bee. Not harsh, just

By Bhavya Mohta The wind is blowing, The tides are flowing, The mountains are snowing, The saplings are growing. However, when I look outside the window, I can only see lights everywhere. The streets, the houses, the cars, You name it and find it there. But why is light not here? Why is my vision unclear? Despite the fact I have friends to talk, Why is my heart so locked? I need to find the key, I want to be free, I have to get up from my knees, And got to go miles b

By Bhavya Mohta Behind all the happiness, I'm hiding a wail. Behind all the gloominess, I'm trying not to fail. Life's getting worse day by day, But I'm concealing my cry, and on the floor I lay. People ask me why I don’t share my feelings, That's probably because they won't make any healings. Time has passed too fast, I know. Which has made me broke and low. I barely realised the importance of them, It feels like all the leaves have shed, leaving behind a naked stem. This ti

By Parikshit Kumar Sharma Tears are the words We can see in each other's eyes Making them red Just like the colour of the wine Trying to find new meaning of love and life As we are even barely alive Asking only one question Why didn't neither of us tried Hiding our feelings from each other With no disguise The pain we felt The memories that melt Like the waterfall Falling from the hell As the world crashes down And nothing worth saving now Let's find the spark that lies Where

By Parikshit Kumar Sharma By Parikshit Kumar Sharma

By Parikshit Kumar Sharma By Parikshit Kumar Sharma

By Parikshit Kumar Sharma During the frosty winter night Grasp me within your arms Under the crimson moon light, your petal lips radiating smile With celestial grace in your eyes, the snowflake kissed Weaving through your hair, the constellation affair appears With mystery untold in the winter hush Her beauty unfolds By Parikshit Kumar Sharma

By Parikshit Kumar Sharma I miss the real me— A careless, free bird in the open sky, Emotionless, yet full of pride, With nothing to prove to anyone, And confidence enough to conquer the world. But as time went by, I became someone Even I don’t recognize. Overthinking became the dose For sleepless nights. Fighting battles for people Who won’t even stand beside me. Doubting my efforts in every situation, Tangled in emotions, Constantly wondering What’s wrong and what’s right—

By Parikshit Kumar Sharma How should I tell What’s the colour of your eyes It’s hue I have been longing to find Peering deep into my soul It’s the colour of love, painted in the shades of you In your gaze I see the light where your eyes meets mine By Parikshit Kumar Sharma

By Parikshit Kumar Sharma Perhaps for me, Writing ia an art of expressing the silence of shapeless thoughts using the calligraphy of words and expression Displaying the game of metaphors, smilies and more The outcome is so beautiful and magnificent Everything make sense every time, leaving behind the glimpse of smile And eyes do cry sometimes. By Parikshit Kumar Sharma

By Parikshit Kumar Sharma With a pen I write symphonies on you The nights you cries and the mornings when you were mine Feelings of love and hate, the time I never gave Moments of being loved and broken trust The chase to be with you and the decision to leave you Is more than a story of me loving you By Parikshit Kumar Sharma

By Parikshit Kumar Sharma You are a metaphor of love Uniquely beautiful but never the same Just like the stars glowing from far away Dark on the other side just like the moon And the splendor of the morning sunrise Always breathing through the violence like the silence of the shores By Parikshit Kumar Sharma

By Pooja Jaswal I read, yellow brings joy. I ran to a store, bought all the yellow. Light, my pockets felt, was it time for happiness to begin? I ate yellow, bananas, lemons, anything yellow. Honestly? I felt a tad mad, yet, I wasn’t becoming glad. I filled a pool with yellow, looking at all that paint, though I might faint. I splashed and swam, but it felt the same; the watered-down yellow didn’t end the pain. I licked yellow bottl

By Serin Sara Prince Walking through that night , clouded with Cimmerian mist I held my heart in terror with not a sight of human in the street, An uneasy feeling , my legs trembling with fear. I pushed the haunting thoughts back as mere illusions still , thinking to myself "Is someone following me ?" I was wretched, flemmoxed with the moment. yet , sauntered through the caliginous atmosphere. After a few moments , I heard croaking, rumblings , and a bawling noise . I co