Poetry

By Pranjal Verma The way his eyes rested upon me, The dark brown, wrinkly eyes embedded on my body, Pestering me to have a word with him— The hunger glistening in his eyes, And in my head, unbosoming anxious thoughts. But today, guilt takes over me— Only if I would’ve fought. Maybe? Unaware of the consequences I would’ve faced, I clenched my fists, let out a sigh, and stayed. Yes, I was enraged, but anxious as well. Today, when I am questioned regarding the same, I really don

By Nakul Balar I wish in some other universe I was you And there was someone who loved me too He would have loved me until the day I died And no matter what he would always be right by my side  He would cherish every bit of me and would have treated me as a queen  And no matter what I did he would never be mean But wait ! even in this universe will I be chasing you  And ignore this someone just the way you ignored me too? By Nakul Balar

By Pranjal Verma There he stood with the weapon in his hands, Ready to destroy me, Ready to fulfill his will, Ready to seek revenge. Revenge of fighting back in the dark, With four men on the streets— All alone, to accompany, was my spark. Revenge of speaking too loud, wearing my choice, With being shut up in a cage, not talking to boys, With being forced and hit, Being cut and split. Revenge of inhaling some freshness, With working in a cabin, With all my books being thrown

By Aparna J Rugged stones and wilted plants,  And not a drop of water in sight,  The scorching heat has left throats parched,  As life waits anxiously for moonlit night. Every drop of water is an elixir,  Its worth is beyond measure.  Barren lands that reek of death,  Yearn for this priceless treasure. Be it a sea, river, lake, or pond,  Water displays its aesthetic form,  It reflects various shades of blue.  Especially when it’s placid before a storm.  The gurgling sounds fr

By Dr. Nandhini A P It was a calm and serene, renowned cow town In the outskirts of profound downtown. Whence our illustrious Correspondent hails. Hence, the story of him gently trails. We gathered there for a service camp It rather left our heart with a timeless stamp. We pitched our stay beneath the thatched roof That never ditched us, nor turned hearts aloof. Laughter and Warmth brighten our twilight and moonlight Our delight lighten the power of stillness of midnight. In

By Avantika Singh To the door that closed I am happy you did or I might have lingered trapped by what I hid A Sunk cost fallacy would have held me tight turning my own relief into forced delight. By Avantika Singh

By Avantika Singh Once a lived girl who made a song when it rained Now walks a body, halfway insane She used to think, she used sing Every melody her heart would bring But time went past And silence took its rule, Growing up was one of its tool It grasped the little whole world she planned Quietly, corroding her colorful stand By Avantika Singh

By Avantika Singh An errant soul lurking across the crowd no purpose, no goal just ending veiled in shroud Didn’t know how, didn’t know what just motive was clear to make them proud Stood atop the highest pole  watched them wander, watched them stroll but figured out it was a labyrinth with no end a maze of faces where time refused to bend Had to make a way out from the hustle and bustle, Had to make a way out to reach that dreamy castle Was told it lies in world beyond, Was

By Dr Noopur Gohel I wanna go somewhere somewhere only I know the roads, the trees,  the flowers, the leaves the little dee drop too hearing the flutter of my favourite bee and those wings of butterfly following the trail of my own footprints to reach the peak where I can see the clouds the river flowing below beautiful sun setting allowing the moon to rise the place that feels like me that knows my love and care the pain and ache the place where I belong  Somewhere.... By Dr

By Dr Noopur Gohel जिंदगी की राहों में भटके हुए से कदम ख्वाबों की चादर लिए निकल पड़े है हम सूरज की तपिश  दे दरस सब्र का चांदनी की ठंडक  बने मरहम जिगर का लेकिन अंधों की दौड़ में  गिरने का कैसा ख़ौफ  मंजिल तक पहुंचना ही है तो चल कर ही सही फिर क्या जीत क्या हार, कौन आगे, कौन पीछे हर एक दौड़ अलग हर एक तरीका अलग हर कहानी अलग हर किरदार अलग लिए एक ही मकाम खुद की जीत, खुद की पहचान जीत वो नहीं जो दुनिया दिखाए  मगर वो जो दिल को सुकून पाए By Dr Noopur Gohel

By Dr Noopur Gohel A doll Made of glass, very beautiful, reflecting light reflecting rainbows when in sunlight  she was held with utmost care, love, tenderness, warmth always treasured  One time, it slipped  accident? ignorance?  cause? No one knows One extended a hand, to save her but that hand got hurt, started bleeding  dread fell upon the room Whispers of danger followed everyone became cautious  Too scared to help, even if they love, care Kindness became weakness, coward

By Pratishtha Kumari No one can hurt me on purpose Only I have the courage to hurt myself. No one can make me angry, Yet I push people away, Making sure they leave me first. I am the only one who decides When and how I break. I hurt myself To make others notice me, To make them think of me before they speak.  I act like I need pity, But inside, I am not. Years of rejection have shaped me, Old wounds keep reopening, And pain has become my companion. By Pratishtha Kumari

By Pratishtha Kumari The night constricts, it steals my breath, Its shadows drown me, close to death. A silence strange, so dark, so near, It chills my bones, it feeds my fear.   Invading thoughts refuse to cease, They shatter sleep, they steal my peace. Though night is said to soothe, to heal, It hides a storm no light can seal.   Demonic whispers crowd my head, Replacing hope with dread instead. They strip my strength, they make me small, Till I can’t see myself at all.   T

By Pratishtha Kumari The intensity of my solitude amazes me, It won’t let me sleep, nor gives me strength to wake.   Each day it holds me in a strange, silent wrath, A fear eternal, one that never seems to fade.   My eyes are weary, sleep eludes me at every turn, This restlessness has become the grief of my daily life.   How strange are these things that accompany me, My loneliness profound, and pain my constant companion.   I admit, I have called it the conspiracy of my soli

By Pratishtha Kumari In the hills, I long to disappear, To be lost, unseen, unclaimed— Far from the chains of a family That rules my heart yet never understands it.   I can explore the world too, Trek the mountains, Dive into waters deep And dance with the quiet grace of aquatic life.   I dream of galloping on a horse, A princess of my own story, Sitting beneath the lights of Prem Mandir, Vrindavan, And wandering alone at night Where safety is a gentle companion.   I ache to

By Pratishtha Kumari O weary heart, you no longer wait for hope. You’ve grown used to dreams that never reach their end.   So fragile you have become, You wander through paths without knowing where they lead.   O my heart, Why do you insist on walking alone, When your steps tremble beneath the weight of sorrow?   You have endured countless storms, Yet what place remains for us in this unkind world?   This strange time will never let us live in peace. Come, let us go somewhere

By Pratishtha Kumari I watch their suffering, and somewhere inside, a strange calm blooms.   They once turned their backs on my own people’s cries, let wounds bleed, let hearts fracture in silence.   Now, when pain circles back to them, when death brushes their doors, I do not mourn— instead, I feel a quiet satisfaction, a justice the world delivers without my hands moving.   Is it cruelty, or a scar speaking for me? Is it schadenfreude— this shadowed joy born from another’s

By Pratishtha Kumari No one wished to embrace the abandoned one, For who would hold close what the world had left behind? Midway upon the road, he stood bewildered, As though a whirlpool had swallowed his path.   His state was such—he could neither step within, Nor find the courage to step without. And where could one go, Whom the world had forsaken?   Yet, within this very despair lay his strength. At times, frailty itself transforms into power, And lends a man his freedom.

By Pratishtha Kumari I like my multiple personalities. Some may whisper it’s a disorder— but how would I truly know? They say the afflicted never realize… yet I wear every mask like a masterpiece, delighting in the confusion it breeds.   Watching familiar faces writhe in quiet distress has become my favorite pastime. No diagnosis claims me— I simply perform the chaos. It grants a perverse pleasure, a secret hope that people will orbit me, never daring to look away.   I am the

By Pratishtha Kumari From whom can I hide forever? Even from my own reflection I’ve drawn a curtain of silence. Why do I keep slipping away from the world, fleeing the very place where I could shape a new universe of my own?   Life’s pathways are laced with quiet splendour; at every turning, a hush of light waits for me. I need only take a single step, and watch how even my wildest dreams can crystallize into reality.   Let me not vanish from the family whose every breath car