Poetry

By Sanjita Banerjee Mother of mine my small hands reach out to you, As we both watch the sunset of Malibu. Your warmth, love and joy reminds me of a pretty summer day in a gazebo; Your comforting presence is all I need to know. Your beautiful laughter and twinkle eyes are ever so lovely, No matter how much I try I can never be really angry. Your never ending love is all I ask for, When I look back all I need to know that you remember. Every fight we fought is worth the bond w

By Sanjita Banerjee When you kiss me, the taste of whiskey lingers When you caress me, the coldness of your fingers warms me The wind rattles our minds, but together we are survivors The song buzzing in our ears reminds me of when we were five That seems a lifetime ago And now we are a blend of cigarettes and whiskey The smoke is comforting in my lungs The harsh smell reminds me you are real Yet my imagination knows no bounds But the reality is harsh if you are but part of

By Sanjita Banerjee As his brush touched the canvas, The dark blue sky covered with stars shone in his eyes. The painting that longed for his touches, Finally turning into the sanity of his dreams. All he knew was the movement of waves, As his wrist inculcated its movements. He fell in love with nature's imagination, Soon the canvas was covered with colourful truth, Finally turning into the sanity of his dreams. His paintings took him far.. far away from nature, Under the lar

By Madhu Priya Hembrom दूर झितीज मे धरा को चीर सूरज निकलने को है आतुर ली अंगडाई जरा सी लालिमा बिखेर नभ मे हुई कंपन टूटी जग की तंद्रा अलसाए तन मे लगे ठंडी हवा का झोंका मधुर कलरव ने छेङी ऐसी तान जर जरा मे हुआ प्राणी का संचार देख लालिमा नन्हा अंकुर मुस्काया ली हरकत किया स्वागत पुष्पदल ने बाहें फैलाए सतरंगी हुए मगन चंचल चपल अंतरंगी हुआ नवजीवन का संचार हठीली अब क्यो मन न छोङे उद्वेग गंगा तीरे बिसरा के अतीत पलट नया पन्ना सीख प्रकृति से बवंडर मे भी फाहे सा फिरना । By Madhu P

By Madhu Priya Hembrom I can see old pale leaves farewell Branches ready to welcome Sprightly new ones with full of zest Seems curious to embark new exciting journey Zigzag but splendid indeed I can see bright colors in horizon Ready for its awesome shades Shaking around the corner I can see cuckoo ready to sing Welcome song others hemming around Almighty magic fades gloom at bay I can see spring on its way. By Madhu Priya Hembrom

By Akshara Pandey Your heart-a void to be filled. I wish I could avoid thinking of it, Avoid like you. A void like you! So empty, so cold within. Your thirst to win Can never be quenched By a pretty, delicate thing. Can never stand to lose You know only how to bruise. To win, to lead, You would, Do, Anything to succeed. You would, Plant a seed of haze in my head, Letting it sprout beneath your gaze. With it, you trace my bones, Only to find love, And a need to hold you close.

By Akshara Pandey We all make our choices Copium to me are words and poetry And your vice comes in a glass. We all make decisions Like you slowly drifting away And me choosing to go on without your presence We all make up our minds Finding contentment in silence And you choosing denial We all love and we all hurt- Like I hurt myself to love you, And you loved me for doing so. We all write our stories- I write and turn to pages fresh and blank; And you erase away to rewrit

By Saumya Tripathi There's a house in the midst of nowhere; I built it and covered its roof with thatching grass, It had a single room for the wind to roam free, But rain, heat, and dust tore through its frailty, so, I crowned it with a ceiling. With sweat and time, I built a tough roof, To guard me from the world disguised as a bluffing wolf, It carved me into something strong Beneath its shade, I felt like a symphony unsung. As time passed, I noticed a hole in my ceiling, M

By Saumya Tripathi I wandered the gardens of ingenuity, It was lush with plants and shards of sunlight. What caught my eye was neither the squeal of kaleidoscopic flowers nor the muffled whimper of poignant plants. It was a pearl, petite and set on a variegated leaf. I secretly slipped it into the shadows of my pocket, our inner child stumbled into an uncharted street, We made our way through non-negotiable dimensions, and we called it our abode. It was a whole new place for

By Saumya Tripathi Eyes pierced through the glass ceiling of my dreams, my mind, a podium for arbitrary thoughts, still I wasn't a part of the extrovert's scream. It felt catastrophic, a quiet havoc — Am I the giraffe in a land of unending dwarfs? The corner made the most majestic view, Carcass cacophony — sapiens painting the room with different hues. They call it serenity — I call it disguise. Gentlemen in desperate need of wives Could never fathom the fury of ice-cold wome

By Saumya Tripathi The lush gardens of my insides, every nerve alight, opal bright, hung up in a brown-gowned shroud, green-capped, a kite caught in flights, yearning for winds that never rise. adoring the new vibrant palette of life, heavy with the brutality of my own sweet weight, visually vivid to the sore, sore eye, consumed by the inner fire of hate, yet longing for colors I cannot create. am I ready to give more than I will ever receive, or is it just a distortion tryin

By Alika Gupta and like you, i love life and my blood boils up and i laugh through eyes which have held water. and that poetry, like bread, is for everyone. and my veins don't end in me but in the unanimous blood of those who struggle for love, life, blood, eyes, water, bread, and poetry of/for everyone. “allah, mohammad, chaar yaar.” By Alika Gupta

By Alika Gupta there is a chance this is all for show and we are playing "doctor!!!!" with real consequence this time; saturn striking down and burning my birth chart, and my sordid liver/ i fear i will fail and so the noble thing to do is to stage a coupe in your name at the height of my smartness before it is too late, but the choice of existing in pain is so much more rebellious/ i'd imagine myself no more as the chad psychological warrior poetess but a smartass/ a mile up

By Akshara Pandey He wants them guillotined on behalf of his mother. She didn’t wipe his tears often ,so I was chosen to take her place. I was not kind and forgiving as his mother. I gave up my seat for a more suited candidate, For I was not built in the mould he craves to shape me into. I was not made for that coffin he wishes to lower me into dust. In every face, he looks for the same fuller lips and gaze. Just in a different skin, in a different place. He still craves that

By Phibanraplang Nongbri Cigarette lies, one at a time It gives you joy and comfort as you breathe into it- dreams of tomorrow turn to yesterday Yesterday’s first time becomes today’s habit, a ritual performed now and then, like prayer without faith, like love, without return. By Phibanraplang Nongbri

By Phibanraplang Nongbri A moment with you is all I need- some time off, so that I can breathe Why is it so hard to perceive? Why is it so easy to bleed? Why do I fall off so easily? like katsura leaves during autumn’s fall? A moment with you-I hope we’ll meet. By Phibanraplang Nongbri

By Varenya Shekhar Wake up. Wake up to a reality where five letters define a child, Where actual life skills are out of the question for schools, Being chained to a table and chair, being forced to memorize endless books of information God knows when will be useful, Break our backs over competitive exams we never wanted to give, but have to in the face of society. Be looted by the coaching centers for the same, who allot different batches to students who paid the same amo

By Varenya Shekhar An ivory garland, Meticulously handpicked from the richest oysters, Its oysters seized by the throat, pried open. Their muffled yawps echo in the stardust, The patter of each drop of scarlet gold overpowers their laments. Their voices beg to have that same scarlet gold flowing inside their ripped hearts Rather than their hands dripping in it. The jeweled chain uncovers its reality, A string of irises impersonates the celestial twinkles. When the sc

By Varenya Shekhar A little distance for a while, A break from a haphazard life. In this busy race, we seem to have forgotten the little joys; Stopping in a bit to admire the flowers, Scribbling in that bright yellow sun on the corner of the page, Carefully weaving a tale around the square house and its vibrant garden The stick figures who were our best friends, Crying without a care, never having to beg a pardon. In the pursuit of becoming relatable, We lost our uniqu

By Preksha Kaliraman कभी जब दुनिया से ओझल हो जाऊँ, अपनी साँसों से लड़ाई हार जाऊँ, तब आसमान में एक सितारा तुम्हारी राह ताकेगा, चाँद की रोशनी को भूल तुम्हारी ओर झाँकेगा, तुम मुझे जो याद फ़रमाओगे, तो हवा का झोंका बन तुम्हारे पास से गुज़र जाऊँगी, कभी किसी बाग में जो तुम बैठे हो, तो फूल बन तुम पर बरस जाऊँगी। By Preksha Kaliraman