Poetry

By Rachel Sitling The two shades of lipstick were irresistible and she wished she could just grab the nearest one, She stood there, her head barely reaching the table top, but eyes wandering everywhere. The chatty ladies were helping her elder sister put on the most beautiful saree, Her face painted with bright colours from the palette,  And gold ornaments that finally saw the light of day. As the saree pleats were being arranged amidst the laughter and gossips, She looked at

By Sri Harshini If only you knew,  How hard was I trying,  To get myself noticed.   If only you knew,  About all the parties,  I got myself invited to,  Only to give you company.   If only you knew,  How many stars I had counted,  Thinking about you.   If only you knew,  How many miles I had travelled,  Only to be together with you,  Immersing myself in a world,  Which was going to be just ‘ours’.   If only you knew,  How many days had passed,  By staring at you,  Thinking ab

By Sri Harshini Maybe I was wrong,  Maybe I was afraid to get too close,  And leaving behind,   But now,  I am far away from fear,  By reaching loneliness,  As I no longer have your acquaintance.   Maybe I was happy,  Maybe it was at the moment,  That had faded.   Maybe it was about the time,  That had slipped,  Like sand from my hand.   Maybe I am sad,  Maybe it is the reality,  That cannot be escaped.   Maybe I am blinded,  To see the reality,  That I wanna escape.   Maybe

By Sri Harshini WHEN WILL I GET MY CHANCE? FOR FINDING MY WAY OF HAPPINESS MY PEACE AND MY HEAVEN  PROMISING TO STAY WITH ME FOREVER  THERE ARE NONE TO BELOVED  NONE TO CRY  MANY WISHED FOR ME TO NEVER COME BACK  MAKING ME WONDER  FROM THE REALITY  OR, FROM THE DARK  WHICH I WAS PROMISED FOREVER  IF I COULD ONLY GO  TO AN OBLIVION WORLD  WHERE NO HANDS TRY TO REACH ME  HELP ME GET THROUGH  ONLY TO PUSH ME FARTHER  INTO THAT DWELLING PIT  OF LONELINESS  I'VE COME SO FAR  ACHED

By Sri Harshini True was my love,  flew like a dove,  I'm ready to bow,  for the ones I love.   Will go upto the infinity,  Just to show you my ability,  To love you,  Until the day I die.   It's not like in the movies,  Love is not like rubies,  More valuable than that,  Shinier than that,  And rare,  And I'll care,  Cuz it's the only way,  I can show my love,  Which flew like a dove.   All these years,  And all these tears,  Falling from your eyes,  I promise you I'll be ni

By Sri Harshini If you were to think of an oasis,  Think of me,  The further you go,  The farther I appear.   If you were to think of a swampy area,  Think of me,  The harder you try,  The deeper I sink in.   If you were to think of a mirage,  Think of me,  The clearer I appear,  The fader I become,  The nearer you go.   If you were to think of a glass,  Think of me,  The harder you hold,  The easier I break.   If you were to think of the sun and moon,  Then think of us,  The

By Sri Harshini Should I do it or no? I've been with that doubt As a coat on my arms There are many alarms Trying to wake me up  Not actually from my sleep But from my weep And I try to sweep All of my memories Thinking they are not necessary But just accessory   Should I do it or no? Must I be afraid or so  For the words they are gonna throw  For the things I do  And the things i don't  They say I can't  Like a chant  Cuz that's what they do  But their words  Don't get into

By Sri Harshini What was once wrecked, Can never be restored, What was once demolished, Can never be built again. What was once broken, Can never be fixed. What was once lost, Can never be found. What was once shattered, Can never be brought back together. The insults that were once thrown, Can never be taken back. The moments that were once memorable,  Are merely a déjà vu now. The promises that were once mad, Now have been broken. The words that were once imprinted into my

By Sri Harshini Far away, It seems like both the ocean and sky are blended, But,  The nearer you go, The clearer the boundaries are to be appeared, With lots of similarities, The differences are camouflaged, Every once is cryptically coloured, Hiding behind their masks, Giving the world their fake smiles, Trusting the wrong ones, Leaving behind the ones worth it, Far away, It seems like the Eiffel tower has reached the sky, Just like our happiness does, But, More the time pas

By Aman Sonam Woh panchi udhi jha rahi Yeh Pawan bhi,gunguna hai rahi Mera Mann machal,machal jaraha hai Aisa kyun ? Megha hai bhi,barishein bhi, kyun achanak se,machal machal jha rahi hai,mere saath. Haan khud ke saath,khudke haath, Tamein aisa ki chute na pyar , Zindegi se jho meine,kiya ish baar . Mei mere sang machal machal machal tha rahunga Ab yuhi. By Aman Sonam

By Aman Sonam Last night a crow rehearsed its grief on wire; The city hummed like something half-awake. A plastic bag caught flame upon a spire, And smoke mouthed prayers no god would dare to take. The wind forgot which street it came to kiss; A lone leaf tapped Morse against my sill. I counted all the chances I dismissed, Then felt the moon lean in to hush me still. Dawn came unshaven—late, ragged, raw; It smelled of rain and yesterday’s regret; Yet in that cluttered light I

By Aman Sonam प्रतिदिन मोहब्बत-ए-हक़ीक़त शौक़ से भरे। मेरी दीवानगी, जुनून, ये उन्माद — सभी आपके शौक़ में जीए। ज्यों तू संग रहे — माने सियाह रात भी ज़ुल्मत-ए-तन्हाई कड़े न लगे। अब इसमें मेरी क्या ख़ता है — कि तू वही बेख़ुदी है, जो फ़ना करने पे भी रूह की महफ़िल में साक़ी-रूपी समा है। उफ़! ये बेचारा मन मेरा! इसे आख़िर समझाए कौन? पीर नहीं — न कोई तीर यहाँ — प्रतिदिन स्वप्न में ही सरगोशि यहाँ। By Aman Sonam

By Aman Sonam डूबीं डूबी सी वो बातें थे, खोए खोए सी ये रातें हैं, फिर गुमशुदा यूँ हो गया। ग़म में बिताया क्यों, पल में बुलाया क्यों, फिर हो गई क्यों लापता। खोए से है ये मन, फिर न आए वो पल, कुछ अधूरी-सी वफ़ा, फिर न वार्तालाप हो। कुछ हँसी, कुछ नमी, वो पल हुए, खो गए, हो गए बस तेरे। हाँ, हो गए थे मन मेरा बस तेरा, वो पल कहाँ, फिर लौट के न आ रहा, सब हुआ दुआ दुआ । By Aman Sonam

By Aman Sonam Heart beating ,quite speeding-but I'm feeling nothing. Peace deepening , flame heating-Oops viscous tension ! blood drips thick , tension quick. Broke even-vacuous feelings whilst fronting. Bars hitting , lungs reaping, breath  wheezing,blood leaking, I'm crawling where  the wonder lives!  No assurance-insurance, but endurance  that hunger gives!  Yet Life's pacing- making main scenes , script changing,no erasing. Got no sins- still sinning and with will I'm mov

By Aman Sonam Dark night with darker day Under the shade of my grey Self doubt scuppers my promises Slowly softly guilty and lonely Well it's been hell of a year Screaming the F out of fear Of failure but no one to hear Well I am petrified to share Dark night with darker me Under the shade of knee Self doubt scuppers my promises  Slowly softly guilty and lonely  Well it's been hell of a year  Wavering my self worth I fear On there the brink of my hope  Well I am somber and fl

By Aman Sonam Life and death are a must-go, so as petrichor  after a rain. It wasn't ours to be born, though, yet here we are, with a life in pain. Feel that apricity on your skin, adsorb it with an eunoic mind. Let your eyes wander the sky within, See that flicker ?,a sign to be kind. Tremble not at the thought of death; It’s destined, a sight to behold. But fear a lacunose life - they saith. Be an aesthete, sway up the old. "For nothing must shatter your pride in living, an

By Vagdha S Embrace of clouds over the mountains, Warmth of pines at the foot; The Lidder waters rippled, touched by the rocks. A diverse rhythm of laughter flowed through the cool air, Faces enlightened by gold light. The heart of the mountain beat fast, The valley shook under the blast; Shepherd villages fell quiet, Bodies shuddered, heavy and hollow, As some became motionless. Cries rose, silence mourned;  Snow curled tighter around the mountains, Until the flames in their

By Sreeraksha Sreeram The moths wing whispers Under the hushed candlelight The rustling of old paper The smell of fresh ink My pet owl inside Stares as it blinks Crisp vintage letters That I'd never send Tucked in a leather journal That won't ever have an end There's beauty in melancholy A writer would know, surely Wrapped with rhyme The version of you that'll never be mine Every hero Is a villain in one's story The words if spoken aloud Would make me the monster in every mem

By Sreeraksha Sreeram A golden glow The sky brightly shone Laying on a valley low Wearing my headphone Blasting indie rock The air swayed our golden locks But it wasn't a shock That we didn't remain a flock Because you may not show That you were my foe But I notice Like the specks of gold in your amber eyes Or the way you stutter when you lie The petals of Heather  Tucked in your journal of leather Adorned by a feather There was always a motive And I knew because I notice The

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