Poetry

By Preksha Kaliraman Sometimes I wonder if the creation of humankind is nothing but a blunder, Because it's just hatred that now thrives in us while the dead humanity is buried under. We're so busy basking in pride for living with nothing but lies, When all that we have achieved is nothing but bloodshed and heartbreaking cries. We're so developed that thousands of babies dying fails to stir any emotions in us, We're creating histories upon reading which future generation

By Preksha Kaliraman मैं आसमान का वो खूबसूरत चाँद नहीं, महज़ एक तारा हूँ जो और लाखों तारों में शुमार हूँ, जो कभी एक बार तू पलट कर देखे मुझे, मैं उस नामुमकिन घड़ी का इंतज़ार हूँ । कभी कुछ लफ़्ज़ों में कहना बेफ़िज़ूल लगता है, मगर आँखें ये समझकर खामोश रहें ये ज़रूरी तो नहीं, हम शायद सिर्फ़ उस एक शख़्स की राह देखते रहें, मगर वो भी हमारे लिए मुंतज़िर हो ये ज़रूरी तो नहीं । तुम मेरी हर ख्वाहिश हो सकते हो, मगर वो ख़्वाब मुकम्मल हो जाए ये ज़रूरी तो नहीं, मैं तुम्हारे लिए ख़ुद को भी

By Preksha Kaliraman A young woman was found lying on the sea shore, Who seemed lifeless until her eyes fluttered under the bright sunlight. Her tired eyes didn’t carry a youthful twinkle anymore, The deep black eyes made her look more dead than alive. Endless tears falling down her cheeks expressed unbearable grief, Her life was hopeless and her heart devoid of all beliefs. Staring at the stretch of the endless sea before her eyes, She thought of all the events that had le

By Preksha Kaliraman Trying to weave emotions through the thread of words, With each passing second a greater pain every heart suffers. Are people in this world really alive, Or merely continue walking because they still have a breath of life. Humanity is lost in the swirl of hatred like the leaves in the autumn wind, Despair and agony have made the glim of hope dim. The hue of selfishness has made humans blind, We have abandoned our morals, leaving our virtues to rot behind

By Sunandana Choudhury Oh the sheer longing to just be by your side The rough calloused hands, ever so soft that you always mean to hide. Is it the softness that stings you, reminding that yet still a child lives underneath Or is it the sharpness of your fingers that chides you into believing that they can only be bound by a poison wreath. For if you give me a chance, I will take those hands in mine, Engulf those demons that you pine pitifully to hide. Why is it this effortl

By Shreya Tyagi (Shrohsss) Peacock, your feets are so long and vile. Your feathers almost a piece of colossal chimes. But these grosteque feet of yours, Make you no less than a crow. I should metamorphose you into a new form; The ugliest crow. I will take your feathers. Sell them for 30 or 40 rupees, Buy myself a drink, And for you not a penny. Ohh! Damn you bleed. My feathers might get dirty, I have to snatch it from you, So that you bloody-creature, Do not waste my mone

By Shreya Tyagi (Shrohsss) Blue is the lotus Blue fleshy-fair, As deep sea, As poisonous share. Dark and deep as sky, And the mountains tomb. On the creation or destruction, The lovely pair bloom. Standing with death stare, Hairs succinct as near end. All the universe in you, Nothing and all. You are simple, You are complex, You are the blood, You are the poison. Tongue as collosal ichor, Protector of all, And the opening of end, Your breathe taking natural revenge. You are t

By Shreya Tyagi (Shrohsss) I am pretty, Beautiful, Nature is my mother. Everything clear. Wait, A liar, Characterless; Dubious one. Don’t stare at me, You annoy me, Don’t harass me, A dumb one. Victim player, Pretty baby having crocodile tears. Greedy woman, Pretentious Actress, Talks a lot. Greatest woman card, Be an adult, Don’t cry, Huh! Violence is common. Be with the destroyers, It’s your mistake. Say sorry. I’m sorry, Labour of your words. She is that run-of-the-mill gi

By Shreya Tyagi (Shrohsss) Santa Santa, What’s in the box. A Christ’s sign, Or chocolate box. Alas! He left, Wasn’t he creepy? An old man looks, What to see? The box with mother’s fingers Children’s trust, All lost! All lost! Santa Santa, What did you – He a liar. He a – Santa Santa, A creepy soul. He wasn’t Santa, The deers were not real, The box is a betrayal twist, Santa wasn’t the faithful soul. Oh! Bizzare. My love is lost. A horror of snake’s loyalty. What an epic demon

By Shreya Tyagi (Shrohsss) I wish kaka(papa)you were a bit warm. Your hands lifting to pat my head, As I’m still your little girl. I want to love you papa, But you make me, Hate you so hard; Till the last heartiest rose left; Until my death-bed. Still a soft warm corner resides in me. I still question myself, Why? But, I saw your bogeyman side, Abandoning your small child. My inner child is lost in the nightmare spikes, As I saw you there. Why did you do that to, My loved on

By Shreya Tyagi (Shrohsss) Sometimes, some emotions – Like needle in heart, Aching my bosom, Engulfs over the; Dominant lovely-heart. A sudden metamorphosis, Another challenge of life; Creates greatest disharmony, And sorrow; Like Trojan War, Or simple painly-roar. Me and my black consciousness, Filled like a lime in sour dough; Traps whatever I love; Of myself,about myself. That’s what I saw. I, in desperation; Roam here and there. Looking for the answers, And another simpl

By Shreya Tyagi (Shrohsss) My bad attracts you the most Isn’t it One wrong path One mistake And I’m the sinner I’m the criminal I’m the monster And the ugliest creature Thank you for all the curse All the negativity you gave me Thank you for making me hate my life And live in solidarity I’m now the part of the unconscious blackness I’m the negative power I’m the sole destroyer And creator of ugliness shards I’m the wanderer of night jungles And the ceased lark Crow is my id

By Shreya Tyagi (Shrohsss) I have no talent, No material possessions, No humanly care, But ink and paper; For my Thoughts, Poems, And Prayers. I write and write and write, Sometimes thinking of sky, Sometimes of sorrow, Sometimes of dreamy-love. Humanity criticizes my work, The only thing which I possess. Still I don’t stop, And this makes me wonder; A woman like me, With nothing in palms, Still dares to write, And expresses her heart. Neither my language is explicit, Nor is

By Shreya Tyagi (Shrohsss) Hairs of clouds Demure Solemnity Radha’s bliss Krishna’s warrior Growing on an oscillating energy Still thrashing to move forward A loop to overcome A force to unveil A success to aim A rain to fall A lightning of Shakti Zilchy ego And detachment from Shiva You are for a reason Your soul shall know All within you And nothing to merge in this mini world As it’s all blooming doom An embodiment, Which you have to see All the hidden powers within you

By Shreya Tyagi (Shrohsss) This pandemonium Intensifying emotions Overpowering anxieties Failing calmness, Beneath that lies. Don’t limit me to your corporeal So – called societal aesthetics, I lie beyond that. Not my mind,body,thoughts; A whole subliminal corpus Does not manipulate me. This manipulation needs another upgrade. I’m not the device, Nor technological bodily advancements. This lies beyond that. Carrying and knowing the past, Which is already forgotten even in my

By Arham Sushma Sudarshan Bandekar श्वेत शाल अंथरुणी सृष्टीवरती, शिशिरोत्सव बहरतो होताच तुझे स्वागत; बर्फ लागुणी अंगावरती, अंगावर येणारा काटा राहतो अवगत. स्मृति आठवणींची सारी तुझ्यावरती, तनु मखमली तुझा मार; लाकूड इंधनाची सांगड चुलीवरती, मोटारीवर फिरत अनुभवतो तुझ्या लाटा फार! हाता-पायात मौजे व कानटोपी कानावरती, हिमपुरुष सजले सारे आज स्वयंवर तुझे राणी; बर्फ फेकत जणू उत्साह उधळतात एकमेकांवरती, सकाळी आंघोळीसाठी नको वाटते थंडगार पाणी! चादरीचा उपयोग नाही जणू तुझे कवच माझ्यावरती, आ

By Arham Sushma Sudarshan Bandekar विश्वासाच्या नजरा घालतात तुला साद, सत्याचा विजय करत संकटाशी करते मात; लेकरांभवती सुरक्षा कवच जसा तुझा आशीर्वाद, प्रकाश पसरे जेव्हा ज्योतीला आधार देते कापसाची वात. लेकरांच्या उद्धारासाठी चरा-चरात अवतरली तू माऊली, कष्टाळू मुंग्यांसमान सजली भक्तांची आवली; यशासाठी सकारात्मकतेचे बळ मागत तुझ्या पाऊली, नतमस्तक भक्तांच्या हाकेला तू धावली. तुझ्या मातृत्त्वाने आम्हा गात्रं लाभला, दुर्बुद्धि अनुसरून मानव पिसाळला; तेव्हा खर्‍या अर्थाने लेकरा दृष्ट मार

By Arham Sushma Sudarshan Bandekar गरमीने वैतागला आहे शेतकरी, जरा उधळशील का तुझ्या रिमझिम सरी? तूच राखला आहेस त्याचा व्यवसाय, जणू तुच आहेस त्याच्यासाठी दुधावरची साय. तुझ्यामुळे हाती लागतं त्याच्या हक्काचं सुख, सोबतच जिरवतेस या जगाची सारी भूक. शेतकर्‍याच्या या कथेचं प्रत्येकाला असावं भान, मिळालेल्या अन्नाचा राखावा मान! फक्त नसते सुकलेले गरमीने रान, भूतलावरचा प्रत्येक जीव असतो हैरान. तुझ्या विचारात भटकत असतात पशुपक्षी, या कहाणीचे चक्र फिरते दरवर्षी. त्यांच्या पीडेचं कारण असते ऊ

By Arham Sushma Sudarshan Bandekar The life of every person spent in mutual, It’s an open area as if you are lost in jungle; Worried and glad both are bind like spiral, There are many barriers which forms a puzzle. Ways are unlimited but the right one always hides like a squirrel, But have the guts and don’t tremble; It’s just a fact that there is limit for every vessel, Let your stress release out like steam of a kettle. This entire life is owned by you don’t be rental, Surp

By Arham Sushma Sudarshan Bandekar रोजच्या कामांनी वाढवला होता माझा थकवा, मनःशांती साठी कुठली तरी जागा कळवा! चार भिंतींचा सुद्धा आला होता कंटाळा, संपूर्ण दिवसासाठी लावला होता घराला टाळा. प्रवेश केला, होती एक आठवणीतली जागा, पण जाऊन झाला मनाला त्रागा, धक्का लागून दोन युवक होते एकमेकांशी भांडत, अड्ड्यावरील इसम होते पत्ते मांडत. निरागस मनं होती रडत, भीतीने गेले पक्षी उडत. प्रदूषित वातावरणात फुललेली ही हिरवळ बाग, पर्याय सापडला नाही म्हणून आला स्वतःचा राग. चालत-चालत गेलो शहराप