Poetry

By Vaishnavi Mandle Beshak dagar tumhari aasan nhi pr haunsle kha kamzor hai Jhaank kr dekho zara khudme tum me kitna zor hai Suno dhyaan se vo halchal jo krte the tum bachpan mai Suno dhyan se vo shor jo gunj rha antarman mai!! Dekho us aag ko samaj ke dabaav se jo badal Gyi chingari mai , us chingari ko bhdka kr phir badal do tum aag mai Yaad kro vo sapno ko jo dekhe nanhi aankho Se aur do jawab kyu choor hue sapne vo Samanj ki baaton se? Pucho Zara ye khud se tum us bac

By Vaishnavi Mandle I love you with every inch of my heart; You are my whole story, not just its part. I want to confess all that I feel, But only if there were enough words in the world to steal. When I look into your eyes, I see the whole world, the aligning universe, and the beauty of skies. When I stand next to you and hear your heartbeat, The whole sky feels like it's underneath. It is a privilege to hold your hands. I wonder if I deserve this privilege, or should I just

By Vaishnavi Mandle You know what?! People are so quick to judge, to criticize, and to jump to conclusions without giving it a second thought — that their misperceptions can mentally destroy a person. They just don't care. Here, I'm not only talking about the "society" but even my family, so called friends, and the people closest to my heart. “Oh, she's a wannabe.” “She’s an attention seeker.” “She’s too dramatic, man!” They labelled me as they label price tags along with clo

By Vaishnavi Mandle The world thinks I hate love, But can someone tell me how can one hate love? Okay, you are getting it wrong, It's like I am an old school soul; I don't even like today's songs. I think we have messed up love's definition, As it doesn't consist of breakups and hookups and situationships; it's a God's pure creation. I show that love's not my cup of tea, But the reality is: today's love is not me. I crave for something that is rare in today's generation, So I

By Vaishnavi Mandle Ke aaj mn kiya khud ko bnjaro sa ghumne ki ijaazat Dene ko Mn kiya us Chand ki roshni ko mere gaalo ko choomne ki ijaazat Dene ko Ke jab vo thnadi havan ke jhokon ne meri zulfon ko chu kr uljhaya tha Us samay shayad usne un zulfon ko uljha kr mujhko suljhaya tha Ek sukoon sa mujhe jaise us Andheri raat ne ehsaas kraya tha Pehli baar esa hua ke kisi ko apne saare Raaz batane se mai nhi katraya tha Usne mujhe auro ke tarah galat nhi smjha mai jaisa tha us

By Vaishnavi Mandle The art of growing up is not worse, But the part of growing up is sometimes a curse. It's like everything around you gets blurred at times; Even feeling things deeply felt like crimes. We just wish, We just wish we were not in this age— Either we must be facing the oldest one or the youngest of the phase, 'Cause most of the time, this teenage, It literally feels like a cage! When your loved ones don't get you, They don't think you are true. When they make

By Vaishnavi Mandle Ye baarish ki boonde sirf aasmaan se barasta paani nhi h Ye ashq hain us garajte badal ke Jo kbhi dikhe nhi chupe jo rehte the amber ki chaadar mai Lekin jb un badalo se sha nhi gya apna dard kisi ko kha nhi gya to vo Toot gye bikhar gye aur apne aansuon ko apne andr jhok nhi paae Koshish unhone bohot ki magar apne aansuo ke behne se vo rok nhi paae Kya khoob mohobbat rhi hogi na unki bhi Kitni koshish ki is Jahan ne unhe juda krne ki magar unhone dhund h

By Vaishnavi Mandle Man krta hai kahi gayab sa hojau mai Log mera naam tk na jante ho bss khud ke liye nayab ho jaun mai Anjaan log ho, anjaan sheher, pehchaan ho to bs khud se meri Jo ho bss mere man ka ho, na koi jldi na koi deri Bita pau itminaan se waqt khud ke saath bhi Kbhi Duniya ki rangeeniyo ko kinare rkh ghul jau khud ke rang Mai kahi Man krta hai, Man krta hai Saari shoharatein paa kr ek raat bitaoon akele mai Fir saari mauj tyaag kr nikal jau zindagi ke mele mai

By Vaishnavi Mandle Ye duniya bohot khubsurat hai, Apni zindagi se kuch waqt chura itminaan se ise dekhna tum. Dekhna ye aasmaan ye jahaan tumhe apna lagega, Bohot shikayatein hai na zindagi se tumhe dekhna tumhara Zinda hona bhi tumhe ek sapna lgega. Ek ghadi gour se dekhna apne aas paas ki cheez ko, Ek koshish krna smjhne ki hr mijaaz ke jeev ko, Tb lgega tumhe ki hr vyakti hr jagah apne nazariye mai sahi hai, Har cheez ko tumhe apne hisaab se krne ki zarurat nhi hai.. Ye

By Hiranmayi Anukul I’ll be there staged in fright, A quiet lotus dark bathed in the light. By she may be seen, Nay be there, Though shades of flight passed her hair. That orb of sight, That lotus bright are of deep nature but much unlike, One stem more from resentment, The other crept on the nerves of existence. She began her step, like flaunting doves, But her gaze meant otherwise...there are merely footnotes now. I be there staged in fright, A figure dark as dark bathed in

By Hiranmayi Anukul The flip of a page, the sight of a sound, An olfactory glimpse all around. They who keep secrets within, Have all day all night to look in. Out from the rubble came emerging light, Scribble away with all their might. Those who ought to bay out their fears, Dotting down their whining tears. The heat of realisation dried it up, As reminiscing thoughts came rushing again. They who think of faults they commit, Have no reason to stop and resist. They who dive d

By Hiranmayi Anukul Many a time, many a place, I be not struck with much embrace, But at that time at that place, I make way to find a pace. Work of love, works of art, Make no matters in my part. Who longs forgiveness I not succeed, In this underlying world there is no glance at needs. Work up the mettle, challenge all, For what is to come isn’t what is to fall. Loose ropes grip on to thee, Where matter to speak of free. Shouten out calls of praise, Cry the loudest of they w

By Hiranmayi Anukul Throughout vast expanse, throughout ye might Shines a pearl in water with less plight. In the midst of great men to eye, There, it still be staying to oblige. Above the brume, near ray warmth, Came a bask that turned the norm. An olive branch that fixated eyes, To demolish practices of sacrifice. Aspired teachings nationwide, Called this droplet by surprise. Home to many thick and long, Weld the roots revoke the forms. Cradled by the sea, treasured by the

By Hiranmayi Anukul The land of Kalinga as mighty as might, With the gleaming ball shining so bright. The many platforms it so may touch, For it to create, to form so much. They who look to find the found, Who make such plight, but create what’s bound. Come together, they form so much, As their cultural diversity holds on like a clutch. The intricate structures, elements create, Still stay at bay, forever as it may. The youth of which the delicate steps lay, Are in awe of adm

By Hiranmayi Anukul A topic arise, a topic aware, They who sought truth everywhere, Embarking the pursuit of grace, Calls out the epitome of new born embrace. The rising truths and falling lies, Despite the hinderance of awakening cries. The beauty emerge, it shone all might, Throughout broad sunbeams and mysteries of the night. The delicacy state, the delicacy divine, As always he soar and radiate time, The orb of sight that lotus bright, Petals though fragile it bends all s

By Tanushree Kar Her fingers lingered upon the blunt pages The only keywords she would find were LOVE – NIGHTMARE – BETRAYAL Her shaky hands and trembling legs Her body stiff as if in death’s scroll. Eyes awake but soul cursed to sleep The creature strokes; hard to believe She clasps the sheets knowing it’s a dream Throat tied by a knot, fear muffled her screams. Her thoughts break and she finds herself a mess Still drowning in the bedsheet’s caress She picks up the phone, no

By Tanushree Kar The penumbra of the mauve Hellebore, called to me from a distance. I begged; not to turn back I begged; to slaughter the feelings commenced. The Hellebore didn't shed a tear - In the flesh, it wasn't aware of the capillaries rupturing in me. The day after, I looked in the mirror Remorse crept in for the sin I did. My reflection queried "Wicked, evil, sinful, viced " Tears brimming on my face. I thought through a thought of agony "Though I have; lived as yet

By Tanushree Kar An innocent being, Stuck in the battlefield. Feathers stained with red, As she watches the dead. Ruptured and broken, She cries for them to stop. Their ears deafened by the roar of rage, Destruction and misery it wrought. It was a dove at war. She shrieked as the blade split her head, Bloodshed and tears: she thought, What good did it lead? Innocents killed, air turned to dust. As the war ceased, a famine struck. Why weren't we courteous enough? Why were our

By Tanushree Kar She was a phoenix burried in a castle. Her ashes lay in the dark. Gone unwatched by the Royals. The dust which gets stepped by them, beholded the reminiscence of an ancient being. Fierce and burning with fire With amber glazing through her wings. Her devotion was long forgotten. Leaving behind the stories left untold. Her existence was merely bounded to her form Not to the kingdoms she mold. On the 25th day of the 50th decade Her relentless pursuit will ris

By Tanushree Kar I'm not the kind that needs to be saved Don't offer me flowers when I'm thriving on thorns. I'm not the kind to gift my heart. Not to you, not to the world. I'm the daughter of the sun, Burning with rage. I'm the missing suspense To a novel's last page. I'm wild, I'm free I'm not you, I'm not her; I'm me. I'm not a bird concealed in a cage. I'm not the kind that needs to be saved. Offer me thorns, cause I believe they are true. For love stays for days or mo