Poetry

By Arham Sushma Sudarshan Bandekar ‘Help’ seems like an amenity, when just in a problem, works as a remedy. ‘It’ is an act of a key, to open the doors of success on our tendency. The destination of the world is our success, just by our work to make people impress. It is for sure used when further route is suppressed, just we need god to bless. Why to make god bless, it’s our route, only to repair brain from mess. World continues to change its dress, they aren’t less, fathom i

By Arham Sushma Sudarshan Bandekar Life is a series like chain, At the end seems to be in vain. Why to think over such things, Fly upon your own dream wings! Here is a fresh wake up of positive dazzle, Which makes your end of day on formative razzle. It is the time when something falls upon your eyes, it’s sun ray. Which calls out for the start of your day. It is said that breathing is a best exercise; For sure, it makes your wake up tenderise. Start of morning should not g

By Ramesh Kumar TV Do not seek acceptance from a lesser person. The dilemma born of indecision breeds self-doubt— and that, in turn, builds false pride in the unknown. Their weakness wraps us in illusions of loyalty, like a candle burning at both ends, consumed in silence, without a trace of wax. This kind of person rarely fails in battles, but always loses the war— a chameleon shifting colors for anyone, yet never rooted in truth. It is better to be a salamander: capable of

By Ramesh Kumar TV There are five charms that stir within my system— Anger, Innocence, Illusion, Shame, and Artistry. They never contradict one another, But always reveal the shadows of my wicked past. Anger walks alongside my innocence Through countless uncertainties Within the domino maze of my mind Illusion fights my invisible wars, While shame is born From the vulnerability of my deeds. You may wonder: How did artistry come along? It emerged by manipulating darkness, Hemm

By Ramesh Kumar TV The caste has outcasted us, And we were ousted from our romance. Though they struck our disposition, Never will we flounder in despondent fire. The lockdown of a satirical nation in segregated garbage, Escalates their creed and pride like a festering ailment. A coterie milks a fallacious snake, Trying to cure leprous horrors from their barbed veins. An ancient storm spins the swing in its own wild undulation, Letting philosophies tangle in their open distor

By Ramesh Kumar TV Year by year upon the shore, I pass, day by day— Each nautical wind carries a horror stitched from the south. I sit on this isolated isle and dream of a peaceful past, Mingling and caressing strings of revolutionary thought. I wonder about our bygone days, When nostalgic evenings wandered our way; I reminisce about the sweet people in the land of God Who fluttered and shivered for a patch of sod. In each liberating thought and autonomy we sought, A mob’s tu

By Keerthana BS Under the shadows of the rainbow, I have a farm for life. Here colourful flowers bloom as my dreams. I will also have fruit orchards, which I will relish on as success. First, I tend my dry and hard land. With tillers of Determination, I till the soil, breaking every crumble and discovering the land. Discovering my Passion. I enrich this soil with the manure of mistakes. I mix them and correct as needed. Above all, I add the elixir of life to this soil. My eli

By Keerthana BS The yellow rays unveiling the warmth, The flower opens its praying hands; My flower with her warm hands, Opened my windows of love; The flower enlightening the beauty of creation, Nature holding it in the hands of affection; My flower the enchanting beauty of love, Which I held soft on my eyes of life; In the jingling free air, The flowers brim with the aroma of joy; My flower sublimated my dream, Filled my world with aroma of happiness; The flower holding the

By Keerthana BS You need a friendship like the sun and the mountain. Where the sunrise says, “lets get started”, And the sunset makes sure to say, “it will be better tomorrow!”, Everyday. The mountain stands there getting illuminated in the dawn, And warmed in the dusk, Every day. The mountain gets laid with snow, pushed by the howling winds, And silenced by thunderous rains, Every day. The mountain stands chin up, Waiting for the first light to pat its head, Every day. Isn'

By Keerthana BS Can I hug you now? It looks like the yesterday is pulling me back, And the tomorrow seems anytime soon; Hug me now and stop the today, Stop me in the Now, So my tears can roll from me Into you, into your present Why can't we say hi and Live in moment and not step to history; Kill me in this moment For I wana live only in the nights of full moon And learn the songs born then; Bury my memories with me, So that I can live them again And mock time for its exis

By Keerthana BS Whenever I remember her, I see the way she wears her hair, Loose strands breaking patterns like her; How she laughs at my broken jokes, Telling me I should laugh more often; I remember her smile, Mainly in her brown eyes and less on lips; She checks out my shirt for holes And calls me sexy in my faded shorts. She calms my flames of failures, But fans my fire of passion; She hugs me like am her sunset, For she raises me every day from darkest night; She spends

By Keerthana BS I will let myself write this, About that one night, We danced. It's a forbidden fruit, My mind blushes at its thought, Hence kept away in a ribbon. I want to open it today, Add words to the memory, So it doesn't sway and fade. After the midnight had struck, We sprung to dancing, Starting with me inviting. The night had cleared with stars above, Us closer with poems and music below, Shyness anchoring me to us. Finally on feet, smiles throwing around, I taught h

By Keerthana BS At 2 am in the night, I move my blinds of my huge see through window, The shadows of new leaves Of the old tree, playing on my window The distant streetlight also lights my room, Lending silhouettes of my own self, Just enough to look into myself! My freedom!! I get to shout two lines of a long melody, Look through the window of the half lit street And mindlessly churn smiles and feelings, Watch my cat toss and Go back to her fish dreams, I open the door to

By Keerthana BS Let me shut my eyes, For I can't see my words on the paper. That should flow like a river and Bloom like a flower. Where is my bag of words, The ones that can make a child smile and Can make an adult become that child. Have I lost it in the passage of time, Gaining dust in a corner of my life. How did I let this happen! Like letting salt dissolve in water, I let those words dissolve into emails. Then came along warmth in a storm, Just enough to light me a can

By Keerthana BS I threw my paintings on a beautiful morning, Standing on the cliff With the sun rising brighter. Why do I keep seeing newer colours In this world, Ones that I don't have and Can't find them in the rainbow, am taught. Why doesn't anyone teach it, The finding! I am trying for a painting Where every stroke is incomplete, Where every shade seems out of place. I ask myself then, How do I get this right! Like how everybody gets it right!! How can I paint, When am s

By Keerthana BS What if I met his eyes And the truth comes out!? The ‘Bluebird’ that is reborn, In the nest that was burning atop Will this be my phoenix? What is this fear? That makes me smile more than before, I may fly again with older feathers, Hopeful to trade them for new ones What if I met his eyes And I actually become the dream!? What is this present?? Which feels like this has been my past always, And I will sing with a voice for the future! What if I met his eyes A

By Kavita Batra मन में , प्रेम भाव नहीं रहा , जरूरतों का दौर चल पड़ा, यहाँ किसी का कोई मोल नहीं रहा । जितने तुम मेरे हो, उस मेें भी थोड़े से ज्य़ादा का , हिसाब नहीं रहा , बातें तो ,सभी कर लेतें हैं, मगर , सब्र का अब चलन नहीं रहा । दौड़ की मसरूफीयत चल रही है , बैठकों का सिलसिला नहीं रहा , धर्म का ज्ञान बट तो गया है, मगर ,अब , मौन वाला सबब , किसी में नहीं रहा । By Kavita Batra

By Kavita Batra मैंने, ज़िक्र में नहीं, फिक्र में, अवल दर्जे पर , उसका नाम लिखा, एक पन्ने पर नहीं, पूरी किताब को उसके नाम लिखा , इश्क और मोहब्बत नहीं है , दरमियान, मैंने ईबादत मेें, उसका नाम लिखा , दर बदलने के दौर में, मैंने, अपने अखरी के सात पलों को , उसके नाम लिखा , माना , एक लम्बे इन्तज़ार के बाद वो मिला है , मैंने अपने सब्र ए सुकून को भी उसके नाम लिखा , यहाँ, हक ए जागीर, बना देते हैं, रिश्तों की बेड़ियाँ बनाकर , मैंने फना होकर , अपनी रूह को उसके नाम लिखा । By Kav

By Kavita Batra खुद से भी एक मुलाकात की जाए, रविवार को अपने हिसाब से , जिया जाए, गर्म चाय की प्याली और , खुद से थोड़ी गुफ़्तगू की जाए, बहुत लिए हैं सबके पते , आज थोड़ा अपना भी ,पता लिया जाए, लम्बे इन्तज़ार के बाद रविवार आता है, जनाब, इसको आज ,अपने नाम किया जाए। By Kavita Batra

By Pratibha Patidar मानवता को छोड़कर, घड़ा अर्थ का भरने में लगे पड़े हैं दौड़ में, आगे निकलने की होड़ में पढ़ा जो शिक्षकों से,पढ़ा जो कक्षाओ में पढ़ा जो किताबों में, संग पढ़ा जो मित्रों के सोचिए!वही किताबी शिक्षा, केवल शिक्षा है? तकनीकी में शिक्षित होकर, चांद पर चला जाएगा चिकित्सा में शिक्षित होकर, चिकित्सक बन जाएगा राजनीति में शिक्षित होकर, राजनेता बन जाएगा चंद कागज की डिग्रियों से, हां तो कुछ शिक्षित हो जाएगा। पर तू कभी पूर्ण ना हो पाएगा। अरे मूठ! वह शिक्षा कदापि शिक्षा