Poetry

By Dr. Mamatha Suthar Excitement stirred the night before, wide-eyed, I couldn’t sleep, I swore. Thoughts flew fast, they’d never stay, “how soon will I reach my home away?” Grandma waiting with a loving smile, packing my bags, I felt worthwhile. Henna on my hands, a cheerful art, a smile so big, it warmed my heart. Morning came, the moment near, to catch the train, my joy sincere. A window seat, my heaven on tracks, the wind danced freely through my bangs and back. Trees and

By Ankita P. R. The clocks are ticking, and what not, From springtime blossoms to leaves forgot. The sand dunes of almighty being drift, The end of time, I longed to sift. For time moves without a hurry, Caressing, crafting till eternity. Time and tranquillity share no affinity, Defying even the sun’s bright jury. Men’s desires feel everlasting, Life’s dormant mayhem ever surpassing. While I seek answers from above, They chase the seven elixirs of love. Life is brief, yet bit

By Ankita P. R. Like a moth chasing a butterfly's flame, To shrivel through my lifetime. Like a rat is to a rabbit's game, Trampled upon my own limelight. Like a cover is to a book, How swiftly they assume, That I am just what I look, And nothing else presumed. Wondering the power of lust, In the withered hues of summer, The sunrise is a must, Yet the sunshine is a bummer. Let them whisper and chatter, Their hemlock holds no defiance. For blossoms that bloom in the latter, I

By Joel Doni Chirappurathu When the Oak does fall from its ancient hole, When time does prance like an innocent little foal. “Oh, Wisdom is dead,” the bystanders cry, “The foal is long lost; it is going to die.” But why does the sun then shine again? Why do we hear again the songs of the wren? The foal will go far, it could reach robes or rags But wherever it goes, it will return a Stag. Fickle it is, this gamble of life, Whether a dance with wonder, or war to the knife. Many

By Joel Doni Chirappurathu The moon leaves the night The stars fade away  I see the sun at the crack of dawn Is this a new day? Or is this another field To wage war against pain To curse the dreaded drought In wait for the rain If only I had the strength To get up from this puddle of tears, The sun will rise with pride While I cower in fear But how long do I sit And mourn my will’s death, How long do I dig the grave For my own last breath My sword lies before me, My body awai

By Amina Zara K.S I stroll by the park, Revisiting childhood memories. I see the wind shaping, silhouettes of my past  the monkey bars I hung from, the rock that scraped my knee. My eyes wander, and I land upon the bench. An illusion of colours washes over me, Unlike the red of the bench I notice the difference between the bench and the slide  like the clothes of my past, bright and gaily, life pouring down its path. I see myself in the cars passing by, black and taut, Life d

By Amina Zara K.S I'm sat in a room,   in a chair that's squeaky.   My hands rest on a table,   Where hair ice itches me.   I wear clothes twice as big,   My hair wears me down.   My leg twitches, shoes, scuffing the polished floor.   I'm sat in a room,   where the air is stuffy,   suffocating me like my collar.   Words pass through my ears   like moths towards a flame.   The hilt of their stares   wounds my chest.   My face jittery,   cold sweat beading,   clammy hands gripp

By Amina Zara K.S They try to uproot her But she stands firm, Her roots intertwined,  With the soil of her ancestors. She chants ‘Olive trees don’t die’ Children graze her bark, Farmers wait for fruits, Warm sun coating her leaves, Shafts of light, a beacon of life. She chants ‘Olive trees don’t die’ Beneath the rubble, she rumbles Branches torn, bleeding sap She resists. A new trunk arises from her roots. She chants ‘Olive trees don’t die’ Her leaves had adorned many, Victor

By Akshay Khandekar इक खातून की कलम से, कभी हौले गूंजते स्वर मद्धम से, अचानक मिल जाते हैं भीड़ में, पुख़्ता मर्द कुछ मुलायम से! वैसे तो शर्मीले से, घुलें मिलें तो बड़बोले से, मासूमियत अलग ही दिखती इनमें, पत्थर दिखते हैं पर मोम से! समाज के दुभंग से, समझदारी से स्तंभ से, न जाने क्या कुछ लिए अंतर में, संथ रहते समंदर से! अडिग एक विश्वास से, सब देखते दृष्टा के भाव से, दक्ष भी कर्तव्य पालन में, अस्तित्व में श्वास से! ढांचे में बिगाड़ से, आम होके भी खराब से, आंखों में झलकते जज़्बात 

By Akshay Khandekar Do I over fathom, Or am I on a quest, This utter need to decipher,  An emotional conquest! A longing so restless, A calling amidst trepidation, Searching for tranquillity, At the juncture of profession! The journey is in circles, Intersecting mid ways, The loner in me rides, As companions sway! Taking it as it comes, It’s darker on sunny days, Feel lost like a pawn, In games that destiny plays! By Akshay Khandekar

By Akshay Khandekar Huddled and cuddled, Somewhat muddled, Resting on you, In an embrace tight! Letting thoughts wander, Gazes to ponder, Lying bare bodied, In an embrace tight! And then we wonder, placing kisses slender, Tracing silhouettes, In an embrace tight! Taking turns above and under, All sparks and thunder, Consummating, In an embrace tight! Though sometimes in sunder, Other times by plunder, Yet always getting together, In an embrace tight! To each other we surrende

By Akshay Khandekar The night's getting longer, The day's more precious, Spectrum's now Gyor, Leaves precarious! It's still warm and humid, A preset to cold, Swinging on moods, The soul's too old! As gatherers start planning, Prepping for the nights long, Questioning my choices, One is trying to stay strong! Though tough it all is, There's still hope at the far end, All pieces shall fit the puzzle, There's a beginning at every end! Wandering the streets for routine, Pondering

By Akshay Khandekar हूं घाव मैं कुरेदता, ज़ख्म भरते ही नहीं मेरे, की फिर नई चोट से, लहू लुहान हूं आज मैं! है जिस्म तो महफूज़ मगर, अंतर मेरा छल्लिं सा है, है वेदना बहुत मुझे, पर कहूं भी तो कैसे मैं! है ताप यूं साराबोर, जीवन क्षण में रस रहित, क्रंदन मूक जो गूंजते, हास्य से छुपता मैं! त्याग दूं मैं बंध सब, चला जाऊं सब से परे, पर फिर किसी मूढ़ आस पे, पग बेड़ियां बांधता हुं मैं! हैं अल्प ये विराम क्यूँ? आधे अधूरे ये ख़्वाब यूं, गंतव्य के प्रवास पर, असमंजस से लिप्त मै! है देह ये मर

By Sanskriti Bansal By Sanskriti Bansal

By Sanskriti Bansal By Sanskriti Bansal

By Sanskriti Bansal By Sanskriti Bansal

By Karthik Govind The light that shines through the crevices of all the ill-starred decisions blinded me. To think I didn't see you were a curse in my heart. Oh to see a sight other than you, draped with the fingers of eternity that glides smoothly. To be held with that hands to cry a million rivers. The crust that I hear across some miles where you threw away that heart when I asked for it rings in my ears. The beauty in your hair wishing I could strangle upon it. I ended th

By Karthik Govind I choose the pen to write fragments of my history. I find the untraced lineage of my life to be their story. Pour the salt on my wounds and tell me it's life. Drag my hair through the mud and tell me it's my duty. Chain my hands to the oblivious, and call me a sin in my religion. I travel the length to seek salvation, the prohibitors called out I need validation. My blood flows among the grass I walked upon,  My breath glides among the shards of glasses I lo

By Karthik Govind I never introduced myself to you, Rather than drowning you with my poems and letters of outcry. Pictures and notes of disposition. Myself ; name is peripheral. The drama is at odds with. Live in a place where chaos resides, too late to notice that it was me. Bones full of alcohol. but none that I drank, never touched it. Took it as a case of pride but drifted the focus to my crime. I am the wind that flows in other's lives. that sweep them off their feet. Ia

By Tortuted Poet What am i ? living With all this burning rage  Caring how others perceive and worry about there gaze ! What am i ? When I'm trying to bury this rage filled no self conscience self of mine  But somehow this self of mine finds it way back up to my head when a inconvenience occurs and it conquers this stoic mind of mine  What am i ? When i sometimes want to scream out loud while shoving knives in chests of people who have made the way i was that i am now trying